That Ac Car And Those Gucci Shoes - Poem by Shambhu Arvind
I pass every day,
From the same road at the same speed,
Never looking at my left,
Cause of the filthy smell & no need.
Yesterday, I stopped,
As two gentlemen forgot their gentleness,
Their fight for the kingdom of the asphalt,
And the shouts drowning all consciousness.
With my angry eyes,
And my nostrils flared to keep the smell away,
I looked at her,
Eyes so beautiful, sad, any man could sway.
Her tattered clothes,
Trying to hide her body,
She was squatting on the wet floor,
The epitome of being shoddy.
Her eyes spoke,
Don’t dare to judge,
I was amazed to find the integrity,
In the place covered only with sludge.
She was the mascot of my developed india,
My AC car and my Gucci shoes,
The waded waters through my mind,
And still that smell from overflowing loos.
I wanted to cry and run,
But her eyes were gripping,
I looked at the old plate,
The aluminum faded and water dripping.
Is this the development index?
Or the factor in GDP growth,
That, children of God,
Sit and eat in sloth.
I try to find my Marlboro,
And my Louis Phillipe tie,
When the man I believe I am,
Should be ashamedly cry.
I, I, I, I,
India, india, India, india,
That AC car and those Gucci shoes,
& the future which seems …….
Today I changed my road,
Excuses like bad potholes,
Won’t look on the left ever,
In That AC car and those Gucci shoes………………………….
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