Around the city, I do loiter,

I watch everything, all me around,

With great patience, as a waiter,

Of a reputed inn, so spell bound.

Perhaps, you amaze, why need I

The thing patience – around the city

If I loiter; the buildings so high

And the slums so low, it isn’t pretty.

Nor the slums rise themselves,

Neither the buildings help them do

Morals are – in the heavy bookshelves

People are – neither with morals nor woo.

After the horizon, the bad bickering

Of people who seem – as the illiterates

All do gaze the quarrelsome occurring

They enjoy, as if left to their fates.

An empty bottle filled of many things

Is what we may assume a man is like;

Things such as metal bars and wooden rings

Water like anger makes the rings hike

As is poured into the little bottle- the rings here

Are the worse qualities of every human.

And the metal bars – to me – if you hear

Are the best qualities which in man

Ne’er get out in rage, those are

The literates who discard the presence

Of these rings – sending them far

Away from their heart’s real sense

Then in the city comes the turn

Of the mere politicians who give off

Fake vows and keep in their urn

All these vows and they turn off

These vows into riches and leave them-

Unfulfilled. To them, none pose quires

Of what they do, and they overwhelm

When someone does that. Each marries

The corrupt qualities, the irregularities

And they utilise, all the weaknesses

Of the mere citizens in their nationalities

As none are stressed and no one stresses.