# As I Cross The City Limits...

As i cross the city limits it takes a while before thoughts recede from my cluttered mind and i begin to feel at ease... couple of hours in the countryside I am amazed to find that the march of time has not touched the rhythm and rhyme women, with firewood on their head, walk in a way that would pose a threat to models on the ramp... While a farmer entrusts his crops to scarecrows, dressed as folks from tip to toe all with a hat and bow... a women sits with fresh honey, looking bright and sunny. A sheperd herds his lambs At dusk after they have to their fill grazed... we are driving past at eighty miles an hour, I urge, to slow down As I want to take in the smells and the sounds We park and sit For a while, Buy a bottle of honey, And drink a glass of lassi Come on hurry, We are running late hey, let's just enjoy the journey.... feeling wistful i knew it was just wishful, addicted as we are to noise and pollution...