Mithun Dhyani
I watch you every day, waiting for your attention,
But you always seem busy; ignoring my persuasion.
I live in your frenzy, day in, day out for the moment of admiration,
However, to my dismay, you keep me at bay; discarding my every intention.
Hence, in anger I utter “how rude of you, you are just a mere street not
Even a human impression”!
That admirer of you -chaiwala, my most hardened opposition,
Spend most of the time with you, aggravating my vexation.
Those other nemeses such as rickshaw pullers, hawkers, and fruit-sellers,
However, are still manageable with minimal possibility of competition.
It is just this chaiwala breathing down my neck, calling out for alteration!
Your adulation for him, disguise me I call you out for deliberation.
Hence, in anger I utter “how rude of you, you are just a mere street not
Even a human impression”!
Those faunae strolling on you, site of tremendous appreciation,
I consider them fortunate to have your exaltation.
Furthermore, those children frolicking on you, leave a lasting impression,
I jealous of them but not condemn since you also deserve some consolation.
Even then, my protest continues; refuting every civilized notion.
Hence, in anger I utter “how rude of you, you are just a street not
Even a human impression”!
My experiences of you beyond any elucidation,
Those friends, strangers I met, memorable rendezvous
I had on you; everything deserves a special mention.
Those were exhilarating moments, etched in my memory do not need any
restoration,
However, that undivided attention from you; still eluding me, causes me agitation.
Hence, in anger I utter “how rude of you, you are just a street not
Even a human impression”!
Those chapters of humanity that carefree laughter of serenity,
Everything would stay with me all my life until the end of eternity.
That occasional flirting that deception of unabated flattery,
All were part of an adolescence spent on you, very much those days customary.
However, such episodes have long gone, these days you have become feudatory.
Hence, in anger I utter “how rude of you, you are just a mere street not
Even a human imaginary”!
I scorn for my prospective since your desolation was never contradictory,
Though, lover inside me kept disregarding it which was an unintended mockery.
You wake up all night with those - thumping footsteps, honking vehicles,
Ranting humans, chirping birds, and blaring cattle everyone causing constant
brutality.
Yet, I never thought about you only remained confined to my own delusionary.
Our love may not reach its destination since the love of such proportion seems
arbitrary,
Only love between humankind is accepted, love of man and street categorize as condemnatory.
Therefore, we do not need to be a together-occasional glimpse, few moments of loneliness
And a smirk of appreciation that is enough nothing else required as complementary.
Hence, in anger, I may utter anything but in reality, you are my life’s treasury!