Sweeping past the lineroom yards
With a long hand held broomstick
Malayandi was a daily sight,
A hard and indelible insight

His quiet mouth a taco
Betel leaf and tobacco
The sweet red rose scent
Animate his hands to accent
Rhythms in the dirt puddle
strokes of savage broom
Frolic along sewage groom
Gargle alongside marbles
Rake up ripple giggles
Babbling bubbles fling
Driving mild stink flakes
To spread morning
Knit into a dead neat serenity.

On festival seasons vacations
Instead of grooming the vassal
comes blooming with big vessels
Collects cooked food in measures
From each and every homestead
People pour in quiet leisure
Rice in a *** of metal
Curry in another kettle
Filled with reverence and pleasure
His heart is brimming sure

All different kitchen meals
In a single container appeals
All children of the same ranch
With many a range
of community
A bonehomie of unity

The children heard
from their friend his daughter
They'd preserved
All those food in cold water
And all the while
They'd eat from it too
This collected meal
for a week or two

This made the children to
look up at them
With same respect due to
a national anthem

Are they more advanced?
With knowledge enhanced
In matters of life and cleanliness?

Malayandi was unaware
That his humble duty covered
Sweeping as well grooming
The children's hearts
With arts of rare sensibility.

If this vast azure emptiness can prove
An aghast endless vacuum measure
Take it for granted, research process sure
It will fuel your thought resources, true.

Mining specks and dots in deep space treasures
Boundless designs shine assigning pleasures
Unfurl within mind in gaseous beams
Overflowing the banks of conscious streams
Filling the utmost sanctum with soft skills
Milling vacuum with colorful quills
Calming the pulses with embracing lulls
Warming all lives with fundamental pulls
Creating a sense of duo, I and you
Love and dislikes and points of view.
Feeling satiety in charity
Finding synergy in activity.
Minting amity in society
keeps you young aged muddling in daring dreams
Deeply engage you cuddling realms supreme.

So what? if this vast thought mine be blanked out
Will the ghost mute vacuum follow suit?
If sense aides guide a slow downward exit
And mind bids the fairy lids to close it
Will the sun bewail, bemoan and eclipse?
Or will the same smile prevail on red-lips?
If souls sunset in seamless sea of mind
Will lights spill out; team up to stay behind?
To form anew a fresh long microwave
To indent a start with a soul suave
A new spectrum to perceive the forces
For the soul that constantly resources
That differently formats transceiver courses
The energy that cannot be destroyed
But that which can be candidly portrayed
On a vast emptiness fluidly stolid
On a continuum vividly solid
On a clean canvas without dimensions
In a brave new world that cannot mention
A name which is beyond comprehension
A frame that doesn't fall on known convention.

She strolled on the aisle in style
with a smile
Her profile being caught on her friends mobile
phone cam crashed her in to a rib breaking laughter
The sun lit sands of the isle
felt chill waves kissing the spray of sea water

“Get away you wretched thing!” They shouted at their top of voice
At the sight of the dog in the parking lot, the white and black spotted dog
Timid yet sharp at human voice and weak yet wary in movements poise
It responds by walking, sneaking quivering, an outcast hurt by slog
Sniffing around while moving and resting coiled like spotted pod
Nudging close to a vehicle’s tyre, soon turn off to sleeping mode.

Whenever he wants to take bike he can't without waking the dog.
“Sorry Bro” he blurts voluntarily as he takes his bike out.
The dog would rise without hype even when his wheel would hog
Its fur coat or tail and even its ear lobes  should get hurt
The dog would jump up and at once shake off its whole body
Yawn and whine to say it’s unhampered by anybody

In the evenings, he sees  when he comes home from office
This displaced one placed coiled on the door mat outside.
It  makes him shout at top of  voice, “this nasty thing would have fleas”
And mites on its body and it might get inside and all side"
As if feeling guilty, it jumps and moves away without any fuss
The overwhelming shout provokes this beggar to know its poor status.

The little daughter of his takes some food secretly for this idiot
With the same amount of secrecy it will take the food and eat of it.
This same silent beggar, will jump and play with her like a hero prince-let
The moment his daughter returns from school and opens the front  iron-gate.
If he happens to be near shouts at daughter to be careful
The sad stray dog will move away from her like a page heedful


When he opens gate it sniffs and in a somnambulist like twist
Moves to the corner, rolls and falls  down for a  sleep, tail still wagging
Yet the secret play with his daughter persists like a romantic tryst
In his presence, a strange sense of guilt and shame pulls its head down sagging
Sometimes the dog evokes in him  sympathy scores galore
Giving impressions of an orphan
of forlorn folk lore

He begins to think of the life of this dog.
Who provides food and water to this dog?
Does it drink from the bucket kept for washing the car?
Who gives it food when it feels hungry?
The philanthropist in him gets diverted by a sudden phone call  
Some matters of greater value, than  the thought of a dog could enthrall.

Such dogs are plenty on this planet, in a larger context
This parking plot with him, his daughter and the dog in center
The protagonist evokes his sympathy in the pretext
Of loving and engaging his
daughter in genuine laughter
The dog sleeps on the cold cement floor during the winter showers
Indeed it needs some warm blanket to cover the chiller shivers

Aside he says “I am here to serve my children,
None parts the food meant for his child”. But the humble
Persistently praying Canaanite woman’s refrain
“Even poor dogs eat leftovers of masters table”
Fills him with impressions to shape his imagination
The dog turns into a virtual
master of cognition

This master with its antics emits symbols that fall on him with clarity
Like the light beaming on a silent pool giving deeper visibility
He grows wiser like the dog with its probable sensibility
“Lord, I eat the leftovers that fall from Your table Eternity.
Make me an instrument of your love to serve all with humanity"
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Once he sees the dog with patches on its coat, sleek furs shedding  
Abominable smell and shape of patches drive people to yell
He spreads some antibiotic twice a day and prays, hands spreading
A few days later he sees the dog shining bonnebell.
“Thank you God, you heard my prayers and for your intercession
But O Bro, I thank you for penning with your intervention”.