Chennai

Chennai

A Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe

I love that sun struck city
Of meter-less rickshaws and crowded trains
Of dosa and sambar and idils'
In scorching summers and flooding rains

I love her morning filtered coffee
With the sun rising on her sandy beaches
And her men in white lungis'
And the language of their speeches

I love her forts and streets and temples
Her children from adoption and birth
Their unity to some seem mythical
As they witnessed hell on earth

© 2016 Kenneth Nicholas Lowe


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Kenneth Nicholas Lowe
Kenneth Nicholas Lowe

Melbourne, Victoria, Australia



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Born to the Human Race, I live in the land of India for the time being with a major ancestral inclinations to the Anglican and Celtic anthropological denominations. With that being said, My day job.. more..

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