Growing Old
In English he became someone's old man early
It took time in his Indian languages
But as he grew older and more respected not in English
English kept him young and with it
His wisdom he gained in years not in English
Alzheimer's stared at him in English
Soon he realised
He was growing old and unwanted
In English
And not in English
Road Kill
The streets rage in Delhi
They circle round your throat
Like pythons
In heat and cold
Rain and shine
Arterial and venal
A man killed a bus driver the other day
Another, a taxi driver, raped his customer
And then burnt her
A policeman simply picked up a brick
Not having been issued a revolver
Everyone is in a hurry
Everyone on a tight short leash
The red light always ready
To beat you before you begin
Stopping the poor
And daring to stop the rich
Someone has to get it
The streets rage in Delhi
