I Walked A Tamil Street

I walked a Tamil street Inebriate On an October evening When a cloud hesitated overhead Unable to rain Lost in thoughts Perhaps, God knows what The North East monsoon is playing hide and seek The weather bureau said What could they say About a thing unknown? When forecasts go wrong There are excuses numberless That shelter and comfort The evenings swelter A lonely star, perhaps Sirius Or Betelgeuse From behind the clouds Looked down on the street Where two buxom beauties Rushed on a scooter Loaded with jasmine on their heads To unknown beds Infested with bugs To share carnal pleasures With their sweating boyfriends A barking stray dog His eyes wary Sought friendship Of everyone on the street Wagging his tail Men and women Walked up and down As in a dream Oh, how humans could be So somnambulist In so much physical discomfort! That is life When ignorance drives Why should men be any wise? An unwanted demand Of those who think themselves high May I therefore seek My bed of bugs Somewhere here Comforted by a solitary breeze This October night Watched by lonely stars With friendly barks Jasmine, sweat, beauties Life needless to say Is always beautiful Who cares here to breathe the last Unless that is thrust upon?