5.4.13

flamboyance


you kicked me out of bed
one sultry morning
at 5 am
to do at least
one fun thing
in bombay.

we waited for the train
unshowered unbrushed
uncoffeed ungry

with three women
clean, jasmine in their hair
baskets full of
smelly fish
on their way
to work.

we got off at sewri
walked past
(what could only have been)
a hundred lorries
and three hundred
drunk lorry drivers

to finally reach
the shore.

one large, broken boat
one tree

and a thousand
white and pink
flamingoes.

what is the word,
we wondered then,
for all of those flamingoes
all at once?

for an hour we watched them:
ugly, grey and white
sitting in
ugly, grey and white water

until they began to fly:
majestic. pink.
flamboyant.

a flamboyance of flamingoes.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

OhEmGee hai ye toh.

Swathi must read.

Sita said...

Already did. Lots of louu happened.

Bee, you need to stop leaving random anonymous comments okay. :|