THE HINDI ACHE
Hands that jerk you on the train
That you have missed by just a hair
While voices urging your success
Perfume the ride with extra flair.
The air abounds with sounds and smells
That nearly knock you off your feet
And children dance in your parade
With smiles that make your day complete.
The poverty that hits the heart
Seems unimportant to the crowds
Embracing life from day to day
Adoring family --ramrod proud.
The colors dazzle—glorious shades
(No camera ever captures this)
The flower markets stun the soul--
Surpass the wildest lover's kiss.
Time plays tricks--the ticket calls
Home again one need return--
But tries to ease the Hindi ache
With tear filled eyes --as incense burns.
June 10, 2013