Are They In Communion with Nature?

ARE THEY IN COMMUNION WITH NATURE?

The gutter flowing from a point unknown,
Carrying through its course filth and silt.
Perhaps filtering down the bosom,
Of the remnants of the rocks,
Reminiscent of the rocky seven islands,
That was Mumbai, decades ago in the past.
And converging into a tiny water fall,
Where the urban homeless finds it as their
Bathing, relieving and attiring place.

One down the lane is relieving himself,
The other enjoying a sprinkle right under the fall,
And she is attiring herself after her colorful bath,
And yet another woman is basking under the sun.

As I was watching this thought provoking scene
A little ahead of the Sand Hurst Road railway station,
I lapsed into meditation to enquire myself.
Are they in communion with nature?
For they saw no distinction made by culture
And civilization between men and women,
And the rightful places for relieving, bathing and attiring.
Or have they crowned the pinnacle of wisdom,
To see no man made differences?

Krishnan.