BY PRIYANKA BHANDARKAR
One fine morning 1985,
I met an old charming route
For a little purification
Across the river Thames.
Everyone was present
the people about their boats
and the children awakened too early
floated their boats
Like the lines of a poem.
The end of Twenty First Century
Like comics in a book
You couldn't beep quickly
living another future
A business model under the Bridge
an unique demonstration
This one passed about
as the gates closed.
No there lived houses upon them
comments where florals passed
Over the newborn culture
crystal clear water with endless emotions
the holy-drinking water-of communication-for miles,
in which happiness came like happiness.
And laughed at the things on water.