In the evening , women walked to the movies
Their bare backs aglow with stars of jasmines,
Out-smelling dark waters of street side gutters.
Our dreams vary with the color of fetid rivers
Flowing down with sewage of private shames .
Our streets are our teeming animal husbandry
Whose wealth is calculated by extended count .
Their dung’s pancakes slapped on street walls
Are a gross domestic wealth saved for future.
We make a morning coffee from buffalo milk
Milked right before houses in morning streets.
When it comes to quality of the milk in coffee
We take no chances with milkman’s honesty.