Light Bowl

                                                Light Bowl- A Pause in Progress

On my way back

I met the children of progress at the tracks of time

It was a dumb crowd too absorbed in their talks and diatribes as they kept coming and going in their class equipped trains

Its mighty railway engine drove them up and down the wheel of prosperity 

From the dust the little circus twins emerged

And began to crawl with their drum, iron hoops and bowls

Putting on cheap acrobatics at the station

For the passengers and the mercy of their rupee

No one held their hands and lift them up

No one asked them whether they were tired

Nameless they were what they were: Dust which we trampled over and over

Inspired by our 21^st century megalomania

My heart yelled at the revelers asking if these poor little clowns were travelling with us

They could not have seen how they rose up like tender flowers that dared to bloom

I could not leave them there like an unattended baggage

So I brought their childhood in this light bowl they offered me on my way back