Clean streets, clean shoes
Clean vats
Clean drains
Dirty beds
Stained stairs
Open windows
Panes broken
Fans in labour
In empty rooms
Lights dim
In classrooms
Clean river
Dirty banks
Clean sleeves
Dirty hands
A child laughs
In joy having
Stoned a dog;
A dog cries
Losing its leg
To its father’s
Wheels.
The Spaniel
Laughs, at the
Window.
Despair not,
Man,
You’re clean,
I’m clean,
We’re fine.
Clean vats
Clean drains
Dirty beds
Stained stairs
Open windows
Panes broken
Fans in labour
In empty rooms
Lights dim
In classrooms
Clean river
Dirty banks
Clean sleeves
Dirty hands
A child laughs
In joy having
Stoned a dog;
A dog cries
Losing its leg
To its father’s
Wheels.
The Spaniel
Laughs, at the
Window.
Despair not,
Man,
You’re clean,
I’m clean,
We’re fine.
I love my town, Chandannagar, more than any other town/city. This was my general view of the urban world after I came out of the hospital after suffering for about a whole month.
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