A short poem about the varied perceptions we have about ordinary things in daily life…
( a pic taken by me at lucknow,India, today morning, very close to my house)
look, what is it there?
Does e really equal mc square,
Einstein would have us believe his conception,
i simply say(and so does he)
it is all relative perception.
a saint thinks we all are beings of light,
even though some of those beings of light are apathetic to humane plight, ( 😉 )
others find beauty even in ugliness
to some even the celestial moon’s craters are a sore sight.
Nothing is good or bad,
be it a child’s toothless smile ,
or stinking garbage lying in a pile
how, do i hear you say?
that stench of garbage
brings urchins to that sight,
to them its a storehouse of wealth in disguise
they look around a bit,
cats and dogs, simply swear by it
it gives them their meals alright
but what does our urchin find?
a compressed can of aluminium
a few plastic bottles
twisted and mauled beyond repair
but they to his face bring a smile,
he adds them to his collection in style
this along with other titbits,
he sells to the scrapdealer
and this is how this little fellow survives.