Not that I don’t revile the stench
Neither do I ignore the vultures hanging low
Not that I don’t get coaxed by my pock marked bag
Neither do I miss the summary squalor, under my bare soles
Not that my senses are oblivious to my presence here
Neither am I ignorant of what aids my travel to here
Not that the snorts from the foils are for pleasure
Neither are the shivers from the Delhi cold considered adventure
Not that the envy, for people taking detours ,is trivial to ignore
Neither are ,the regular visits by the extortionist
Not that the clamor for metal is easy to muffle
Neither is the excitement of discovery difficult to quell
But still, I wear an impression of bewilderment
What should be clockwork ,is such a rush?
You might stop by and ask, why?
Because,In spite of nothing of desire here
We get hired here
Here, in this miserable adobe…..
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