God's Peeping Tom Poem by Tarun Cherian

At an Udupi restaurant, a child asks to picked up,
her root is dark, scared of the bustle.
Her father's heart glows {He loves picking her up}.
and navel grumbles {Is he spoiling her? }.

The throat of a manager with friends blazes blue.
Talking about kids, a marriage?

A tattooed man's crown glows
and root is a satisfying red - sex in the morning? !

A waiter's back aches, but his right side of his chest glows,
he has bought a new TV for his family?

There is so much more to Life.
It asks us to see, listen, love, engage.

I put my used coffee cup down.
A cleaner picks it,
his root cringing at dealing with filth.

I catch his eye.
See him. Really see.
He walks away a less beaten dog.

It's good to see.
It is good to do.