a tin roofed classroom

tin roof sheds
mats on the floors
voices a plenty u hear in and around
watching them watch you
smiling at their welcome
looking at the innocence
you feel cleansed
a shaded dark cooking spot
where food to be served is
open garbage bins lying all over
stinking restrooms besides
how are they to read and write
how are they to be citizens worthwhile
what is done to keep them alive
what is done to keep them loved
teachers try their best - one can see
but restoration is the key
how can u have kids under trees
in the heat that drenches ur crease
still reading, still smiling
still they are alive
still they have a hope
of some day help will arrive
for some more days they will survive

the heat, the sweat and the chennai sun

the heat beats on the chennai sands,
the sun hits on the chennai lands,
what is it with the sun and the city,
is it the love of the sands
or the sweat bands
every stroll i take
beads of sweat decorates my forehead
every huff i take
hot waves reverberate
god i feel- how they survive
for me i am just alive
this summer its eating into my head
even after lots of juices fed
life is a lot easier
inside an aircooler
but thousands travel distances afar
and suffer the brunt of Sun God's wrath
Life still goes on for all