USJP, January 2012.
It is early morning
A little after 7 AM now
And blue clothed guards march the campus
Like in Blake’s Garden of Love.
In a milk teaish colour
A shapeless sun is yet to rise;
All scholars have gone away home —
An ordinary Tuesday, otherwise.
Blue sareed female guard, rise on her toes,
Picking flowers to be laid at the coiled feet
Of a stone made Buddha. She pauses a moment
To return with a smile a male colleague greet.
On a given day, then, would the creator have thought
To have had more security than students
Either way it is sought? Capable carders, they easily have now
Made this their garden of compassion; love.