Happy 100

A Time Machine of Tar

I walk over that concrete pavement
Hustle and bustle all around
Busy men, they pas me by
Not a glance to spare
Honking horns and roaring engines
Interspersed with shouts and laughs
The world around me is alive, a buzz
A cacophony I can stand not

All the roads merge into one
Around that trinity of lights
The road I seek lies ahead
A black stretch of tar in between
A narrow dusty path
No horns, no engines, nor shouts and laughs
Silent the path is, but not really so
The silence of nature

I walk along the dusty track
Tranquil nature all around
Little shacks flank the path
green fields stretching to horizon beyond
An old lady, she stares at me
Her eyes, they seem to speak
Pity not, O little lad, poor
I may be, but unhappy I am not, have seldom been

Ive seen the world pass me by
A whirlwind of ecstasy and grief
I regret not, being poor
I am merely glad to have lived
I have as much as I need,
Food, water and roof
And that to me, is as rich as can be
For relative are rich and poor, don’t you agree?

I pass the old lady by,
pondering those unspoken words
The air grows smoky, the stoves are lit
And thick is the air with aroma
Of the simple food of the peasantry
As mouth watering, as any delicacy
A creaking wooden cart nears me
A family going out to the city’s marvels see

Such a wonderful place this path
A world of it’s own
Green fields and humble shacks
A happier place I have never seen
Primitive, and as such delightful
Almost as going back in time
I see the stretch of road and think
Like a time machine of tar…

This poem has a story behind it. That will be the topic of my next post.

You must be wondering about the post’s title. My blog received 100 hits yesterday. Thought I’d let everyone know. Thanks for visiting my blog and keeping me motivated enough to post somewhat regularly. Let’s hope for a faster 200 hits.