The dancing umbrellas

            The sudden rains of Andamans can be seen coming (October 2010)

Evenings always meant
More Red lights,
With boredom forcing
Each to look at the other,
Albeit through the raised window panes
And noticing nothing in particular;

There was no hurry
To reach,
We knew the time it would take
And that is the way it had to be.

I wondered, where the boys were
With the bundle of daily surprises,
The only creativity
Their minds will ever be allowed to treasure;

The Red motor cycles and the White aero planes,
The glittering decorations,
Ear buds, dusters, tissue papers
And the car seat cushions;

When all eyes turned,
To watch little demonstrations,
The windows went down,
Rarely or never.

It was not long before the polka dots appeared
Bright Pink and shining Yellow,
The sudden showers quick to reveal
Their real use,
About the livelihood
Possibly, no one thought;

What a brave invention,
The rain and sun, dare not enter,
And the emotions,
Just preferred to stay in.

A wonder, and forever will remain,
The cheer it spread, always.