Privy Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Each step of the staircase
covered with good-looking colourful velvet.
Lift too well-decorated.
Musicians playing welcome-note...
Crowd showering flowers.

He came.

Looking at the top of the haughty,
arrogant sky-scraper
Simpered...

Neglecting the blood-pressure, poor eye-sight, gout
Order of the Government,
Applications of the organisations
Importunity of the Police
Sweet smile of the young ladies
Request of the friends, relatives,
love of the children,
Chattering of the birds,
Fragrance of the season flowers
Affinity of nature...

Climbed up atop holding a blue-dark rain-pipe.