A Different Morning

And I hear the clutter of wheels And shouts of the hawkers From the dusty street I feel the wind against my face And stop breathing for a while It smells of rotten vegetables From the road side drain I shut the windows and think About you sitting on the wooden cot You will be getting ready for school Wearing your pink saree You must be thinking if the auto Will come or not As incessant rain has killed The cattle and dragged the corpses To deposit at the middle of the road The wind has stopped Behind the building where from Sound of harmonium spilled into the street