Meerut Poem by Mohd Sajid Ansari

The droplets fell softly over the town
The moon is calm, virtually gentle.
Nauchandi bazaar is obviously congested
With diverse holy prayers in unison.
The gods are there, being adorned
Kali Maa's temple and Bale Miyah shrine
Each as generous as the other.
Everyone is in hustle bustle
Of reaching uninvolved tussle
No one cares.

Pardanasheen with large bags make
Bargaining at the roadside crockery seller
I notice, they'll never get exhausted.
The crowd of band boxed boys facing
Throngs of heat flirted out of furnaces
Of halwa-paratha stalls.

At Kaisar Ganj, retired husbands
Walk with milk cans to the vendor
Living outskirts of Surajkund road.
Cows block the road, no one minds
A young mother holding hand of
Her small son,
Takes a pride walk towards
Begumpul and Abulane

Young girls are on the road
In muffled books in hand
Proceeding to their routine
The raindrops fall still, the
Prayers continue...
No one cares
The ignorant denizens of town
Move-on.