The ballad of streets of hyderabad

As I walk on the footpath that touches the road ,

There you stand, O cattle blocking the way,

To and fro runs the traffic police saying

“Oh, you dumb creature make your way out!”,

chewing the cud like king of its own world,

Soon the road blocked ,

Tring Tring goes all vehicles in left and right,

All yelling at it , not a word that can understand,

It thinks “ O God this cud is never this good”.

Then moves slowly towards the other side.

Frustrated they are but makes no sense to it ,

I see it going down the lane and the road back the same like usual

The streets of hyderabad..

Achuth Hadnoor.