Lizards live there on the roof of a thatched hut,
waiting for a delicious dinner of flies around.
Simpletons smirk around the noisy bustle of a suburb;
Masking the riches,
the bluestone shines on his middle finger.
Muses moon around his blinking spills of love.
A lime tree dances with the whirlwind.
It is a solo dance in communion with the sizzling leaves.
The Orchestra of the universe dwarfs the foils of the sorrowful vegabonds.
Bullied by a few cockroaches,
a few ants look for sugary syrup occasionally.
"Trust the flow of the snow!", a toothless lady mutters.
Buddha stays in silence.
Everything is in disarray;
The mood of Monalisa strangulates a vegabond's lullaby.
The Child of Innocence is born again,
to stay put with the noisy multitudes.
( Copyright: ©️ Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,Nov13,2025)
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