The moment I step out of my home, <br />Carrying my hot not insulated lunch box, <br />Hurriedly filled with two idlies and coconut chutney, <br />I feel very free as the bird; just leave my tugged saree, <br />To flow with the wind, this is observed by my watching relations, <br />Anklets at my feet making noise of merry, <br />When I am surrounded by the humming bees and butterflies, <br />I have to look at the ground, but my eyes can move side to side, <br />That bee just woke up and waiting for my perfumed breeze, <br />Smiling at me as if he sees his favorite sweet, <br />Walking on the street, a few houses away, <br />The newly married uncle butterfly can’t give up, <br />His old habit, just looking at me as if he has lost, <br />His favorite toy in the chariot festival of summer, <br />My childhood friends who have mustache and beard, <br />Chatter as loud as they can, so they think that I can turn, <br />There comes the temple of First God, The Lord Ganesh, <br />I have to remove my shoes and plead with him for a while, <br />The familiar faces are gone, now the new faces from other towns, <br />They watch me as the precious flower, which is kept on the altar, <br />A few note books to take the notes during boring lecture, <br />The lecturers are as ignorant as the learners of why they are there, <br />The pencil box of leaking Indian pens and imported Malaysian erasers, <br />The flower shops sell the different kinds of flowers, <br />I have to board the women only bus, before the college gate is locked, <br />so I can get the new passport to fly over the oceans of desires.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-boarding-the-college-bus/
