In the morning, a slight touch of sunlight,
Pours down my shoulders.
The white color disperses into seven colors,
Draping me in the enchantments of daylight.

Just one whatsapp group sends eid mubarak,
merry christmas, and happy holi,
Just one street has had ram mandir
and babri masjid,
And when that one foreigner asks me about India,
The first thing that comes to mind is,
Unity in diversity

At the setting of Mid-day,
The Street vendors yell for their prey.
House Wives rush for their share
At the implacable crowd of the fair.