Citizens and the winter rains

survival; homelessness; apathy

Tender and shimmering,

 The winter morning rains,

Sudden---fierce,

In Delhi,

Against a baby sun,

Smiling pale-faced,

In the grey sky,

Buffeted by the

Cold winds,

Rains, heavy

Rays, weak,

Blended well,

An impressionistic painting,

Made by divine hands,

And beating down,

Furious,

Upon the homeless,

Couple cowering,

Under the green plastic

Sheet held up,

By a pair of the

Quivering,

 Gnarled hands,

On the manicured

Lawns of the imposing

India Gate;

Fancy cars

Glide by,

Oblivious to the

Presence of

Two doddering citizens

Of the Republic,

Huddled together,

In the gathering,

Slow mist.