A Song 184

A pale beam from a snuffy Merc
scrawled Oberoi Towers,
moved up,
breaching a weekday morning
on Marine Drive.
Tuka, Kabira rubbed eyes
as walkers,
joggers,
yogers,
thumped by
in GOD T-shirts
bumping into each other,
some tripping into Arabian
Sea;
a traffic jam
with no traffic lights.
Cooked in Merc light,
Rakkumai served
usal, farsan, God vada pav;
Eating God,
downed digestive packs
of Hajmola.


After dwelling long whiles on Eating God, A Book of Bhakti Poetry, by Arundhathi Subramaniam.