New York Panorama

Life in Bangalore through the eyes of an Englishman

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Running the Gauntlet.

A cockroach scurries across the busy road,
avoiding my bicycle's narrow track,
and on toward the heavy traffic.

I pedal on, wondering about its chances,
and how they might be estimated.
Quite quickly giving up on that.

Elsewhere perhaps, running the gauntlet
of the traffic might not be the catch.
Pure chance would deal that card.

The morning crowd beyond the traffic flow
would pose a greater threat,
with sharp eyes and malicious feet.

But in India it might fare better.
The attitude's more laisser-fair,
and maybe feet would be just chances too.

As I drink my morning coffee later,
I wonder if the cockroach found it's way
to tasty morning garbage on the other side.

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