Bathed
By river Kali,
You are draped
In linen of floral charm
Of evergreen hills.
The Arabian waves
Pound your praise
In foam of fervour.
You are still chaste
In taste
But your rural virgin
Threatens
To be deflowered
By development voluptuaries.
The tricks and snares
Of urban pulses
Are yet to touch your psyche
Your unhurried wheels
Of life
Will soon leap ahead
Trapped
In man-made wheels
To be kin
With the hurtling speed
Of our tempestuous race
To
A goalless nowhere
When
The cloak of diesel
Drops on you
The air will choke
From your winds of change.