Streets evolve
on a minor scale
like civilizations over centuries.
The line of beginning
is always drawn
arbitrarily, some vague morning in childhood
when the idle child saw
a cat sitting on the fencing wall
meditative, silent, marginalized,
and the street flowing irrelevantly relaxed;
the cat and the street, tied up in a bond
of "Live and let live", and the world passed by
always ahead of the cat , the child and the narrow street.
Years pass by, the child grows up.
The cat is swallowed by the passage of time;
the street has grown, expanded in width;
it's noisy, chaotic and infinitely sad
at the peace and the shadows of palm-trees lost.
No cat basks in the morning sun.
The fencing wall is redundant now;
the sweet neighboring cottages are merged
in one gigantic shopping-mall.
Sushama Karnik (c)
Thanks Milan
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