From where I sit in this bicycle rickshaw
everything is in motion.

Balloons, massed into colourful clouds,
ride in the rickshaw just ahead.

Brahmin cows walk by, unconcerned
by the tiny cars speeding and honking.

People of every age and description
walk towards the stalls and shops.

From where I sit in this bicycle rickshaw
pale pink sari fluttering around me,
all is completely still and silent,
*even as everything is in motion.