Renganath and me

Renganath seems to be my

Lone companion

in a tower of Babel.

These gowdas keep

Screaming

At the top of their voices

In unhindered so called Kannada.

These British pro genies

Seem like aliens from mars.

Crushed stones and sand

And cementing of

Yet another building

Buzz with nothing

But noise.

Bricks, stones,cement

screeching vehicles

noisy Gowdas parching sun,

Lonely me

Scanning the Internet,

Decide I at last

Renganath is my lone companion here too.