Today a thousand eyes met mine

sitting in my high bus chariot

viewing this mouldering city

of cheerful faces Bengali smiles

monsoon washed with brown-eyed brilliance

down by the river throwing images of Durga

into the rising tide.


The bats are out in the darkening sky

flamed rose and misted by greying dusts.

Sitting on the swept pavement for their evening meal

this small family feeds from brass bowls

gleaming, our morning's gift.

From our high balcony we saw them

mother washing kids in the light of dawn

folding the canvas awning of their shelter

preparing another streetwise day.

Seeing us far above them, Olympians,

the children waved.

No way could we not respond.

Mother smiled, her pride

a way of life Calcutta time.