घुड़सवार

With a worn-out belt around its

neck, the white dog sagged

On the hot road.

Many got on by,

including me,

Frantic to get in and out of the

party for the newly built dazzling house.

The insane man,

in

a

ripe torn dhoti and holding an old stick,

scooped up the old dog and cooled it with water

from the old weeping tap. It drank with

greed, a few days old.

A woman in a red sari with gold borders, a firm believer in

truth and cleanliness,

dumped something from

the party onto the side of the road,

before scampering off in a huff.

Chicken biriyani half eaten along

with mutton pieces and gravies of all

colours.

The old man and the old dog,

helped themselves.