A Song 177

'Hi, what are you doing?',
asked the house sparrow,
pecking Marie
at the window sill.
'Watching you,' he said.
House sparrow:
 'Old Man and Lady are missing,
leaving us guessing,'
He: 'Are you sure?'
Sparrow: 'Many times over.'
Karuna banyan, temple peepal,
mangos, copper pods,
flying fox
flew the news around.
Deva, the donkey, rolled brays
on Karuna Road.
Marched to the police station
with protests of compassion.
Police offered chairs, tea,
asked for photos, Aadhaars....
Missing need a sure guessing.
With nothing working,
waited at Karuna banyan,
when came a bicycle
with Lady and Old Man
on its back.
A Magic Cycle,
had its own mind,
out of time,
had wheeled
Lady and Old Man
over minefields of cars, roads,
metros, mobiles;
a vacation.
Ordained by Magic Cycle, 
Lady and Old Man
turned parts and portions
of Karuna banyan;
A spectacle not for opticians;
A waking not of Zen;
A compassion,
not for TV stations;
out of  internet equivocations; 
sparrows
light diyas in devotion.



A note to the reader if any:

A poor, incomplete affair. Anyone can add or delete parts of the poem. Make a new poem. Take a byline for the effort.