Friday, April 1, 2016

A BATTLEFIELD





Haven't gone anywhere for a while.
I prefer the 3-wheel bicycle if the weather permits.
But today the distance was too far to pedal
so I drove the car.
It was morning rush hour.
But actually it was the Battlefield of Kuruksetra.
Everyone was a warrior in a chariot.
The rules of conduct were there, but not always followed.
The traffic formations were there,
but their strict patterns were regularly violated.
It was a matter of life and death or serious bodily injury.
Blasting their horns... conchshells.
Shouting and screaming indignation.
All kshatriyas in Kali yuga were now
on the highways and busy streets.
Somehow I was there too.

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