Just another day

Is it just another day when you are caught on the roads in heavy rains?

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Just another day, that is what we  say,
Cars are packed on roads, traffic jams whole day,
Everywhere you go, signals on the blink,
During rainy days, how the roads do shrink,
This is Bombay life, welcome to our way

People are fighting for the right of way,
There is so much noise, can’t hear what they say,
Roll the windows up, God! how garbage stinks,
Just another day

Sky is full of clouds painted in dark gray,
If you are stuck on roads, you can only pray,
Umbrellas in bloom -black, blue, red and pink,
Into potholes now, people’s cars will sink,
On the passersby water cars do spray,
Just another day


PS: This is a rondeau written about the Bombay monsoon. As some of you would have guessed, the rondeau  consists of 15 lines in three stanzas split into 5 lines/4lines and 6 lines.

The first half of the first line becomes the refrain that repeats  at the end of second and third stanzas.

 

Kurukshetra

His legs caught

In the quicksand

Of desire,

His mind lost

In the splendors

Of the spirit,

He is the field

Of eternal struggle;

The Light and the darkness

Waging an everlasting battle

For his soul.

Desire, weakened,

Does not let him go yet,

Spirit, not fully awakened,

Cannot set him free.

He speaks like a saint,

Yet is snared by desire;

Aims for the heavens,

Can’t get out of the mud.

He is the modern Kurukshetra,

The animal man

With a nascent Divinity.

 

(published in medium under the same name)