God’s Own Country Poem by Venkatesh Raghava

In a common place environment
Do we have room for beauty sentiment
As a train tramp entered the bogie
And started to play harmonium freely.

His trousers and cotton shirt were grimy
Protruding ribcage could be seen through un-buttoned shirt
But his fingers were finely formed
And naturally moved over keys with ease.

He exited from bogie without applause
After collecting a few coins from passengers
Does talents in born
Finds a place in our lawn to shine?