Poem: The Milky Splendor At Wipro - First Of The Series

Penned By B D Narayankar

I always imagined this -
When you appear,
dressed in 
creamy-red Moghul breeches (chudidars),
the cross will fall
from Christ's hands
The God will blink
in His meditation

That's exactly what I felt
when you came attired thus 
and sat three seats away
from me at Wipro,
last evening