The seething humanity disposes

                        (From my poetry collection 'The Nameless Avenue') 

A garbage-bin on the highway

You avoid leaning too much

over the low built

parapet wall ; while enjoy

listening traffic over the highway

down under many

storey and open shutters

posing like angels indicating heaven.

The sanitation staff

cleans the garbage bin.

down beneath; dumping up

used and unused relics of

manyy reflective yesterdays,

into the yellow wagon.

Day after day,

some parts of many fashion loss vanity

got packed off  

any inflated claim,

generous garbage bins

invite all redundant stuff .

The seething humanity passes on,

with no leisure to notice

how many parts of itself or

anyone disposed of there.

It is so sure of garbage keep

a vigil for the growth,

on restless highways

         away from  gloomy Velako
          Vaiyavan