April 28, 2009

Sometimes it's Like

It’s sometimes like the campus buffaloes who
Stray in to the main road amid darkness and dust
Blocking the traffic with their shit-smeared buttocks
Obstinate hooves rooted in the earth
Sending colourless gazes in to the piercing headlamps

It’s sometimes like the campus buffaloes who
Love the gentle warmth of bird-shit
Running through their temples and then eyes
Yet not blinding them, unlike Tobith**
Whose days drowned in dark white bird-shit

It’s sometimes like the campus buffaloes who
Love grazing in the meadows
Dreamily making love to each other in shadows
And remain strangers until the next season
That brings back the odour of lust

It’s sometimes like the campus buffaloes who
Cool their hairless hide
In the slimy filth that glitters
In the halogen lamps of footpath
Like the satin coat of the Richman

It’s very often like the campus buffalo who
Nods to the chatter of the bird
That sits on its back, pecking other parasites
Swearing eternal camaraderie till
It’s weary of pecking and flies off to the next


** ‘The book of Tobith’, The Holy Bible

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