Brahmin Poem by Sathya Narayana

BRAHMIN

I'm still here, at this milieu
wandering on the four cluttered lanes,
that were once holy avenues.
Well...the silvery Moon is afraid
of spraying his beams on these lanes
and the fragrant jasmines
are scared of blossoming around!

'Ye Bomman, where's your tress? ! '
someone shouts with giggles from behind;
'Pull out the dhoti and wear trousers! '
guffaws another from a distance!
I never mind!
Hmm, minding leads to nothing for me!

And more...some of my kith and kin
walk out of the ambit mumbling some curses
while some come in,
throwing down the wine glasses
and meat balls from their hands.

By now I'm a stoic...
and throw occasional glassy glances
at the busy commuters, some well determined
and many still confused.

Somewhere at the distant vistas
flashes a lightening
and clap few thunders.
Few bright halos flicker around the earth
and vanish soon!

I whisper, 'The signs...'
and continue my wait.