I am nonesense...of time

The children laughing
while they pack sand bags against the muddy walls of cow down houses 

The smell of bake...roti...curry spice of cumen lingers in my scenses...hot...

yum yum like You of India

while mangoes stuck in mud on stormy days

Now

Old Ramesh rocking back laughing

Old Bob smoking ...Mary Jane smiling

John always want to buy even on a free day

Wow wow we know how to dance and hug
and live of family. ...in song

Love we have....prayers always existed