Kanteerva
The city passes Paced and slow I walk down streets With shops selling tea And televisons As Traffic rushes through Narrow lanes, And treelined avenues The air is heavy and alive Carrying the scents Of a hundred worlds Carpets and kababs To the dark rivers that vein the city With sewage and rain The fleeting showers Like a lover that hasn't yet overstayed. Bathing Gridlocked cars And pedestrians alike In brief flurries of liquid sunshine That filter through Summertime leaves
-HBR














