God, omnipresent, can come in the bus behind,
He loves dhaba, suvidha, and cheap plastic toys,
But then you can leave this mela grind,
To see come a dusty market in no time,
primary school teacher is thankful since you dropped him by,
and after-a-while,
see hyper sized colleges and idols in places nowhere and you say why,
where dust blows,
possibly is edge to a declared sanctuary,
on horizon is hills you can see,
beautiful Aravali green and free,
takes a good time to cross by,
reach the town of Udaipur I don’t know why,
see the fort and its kings insecurity,
appreciating his own art, grandeur and army,
as the concept and days of freedom they whizzy.
Old city around is crowded and everything is familiar,
villagers have become hoteliers,
highest stacks for the highest flame in every corner,
holi is to burn tonight and more is to come tomoro further,
right now it is all about drum beats, fun and law and order.
Well, they don’t realize it has always been so,
My own misery,
can’t find a cheap place tonight,
so, drinks become too many and the night,
city closed, highway in open,
so wake up the homeless for some gas,
and pursue the journey,
and can’t sleep tonight because,
Time it is to me. Space it’s unto you.
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