Indian Roadside by Kirsty Wells

After some time I decline to notice
stacks of rubbish, littering road margins.
Instead of grassy verges, plastic piled;
bottles, bags, polystyrene, tyres,
metal scraps and everything in between
covering the sandy road’s edge.

Fruit sellers interspersed between patches
stood behind coconut laden carts.
Lone cows tethered or ranging
peacefully amidst the chaos of the road.
Vehicles of assorted shapes, sizes
battle for places with a chorus of beeping
horns, leaving lanes a mystery unto itself.