Take a walk,
climb down the staircase
of your building, along walls,
on the foot path,
at signals, everywhere i go.
I cant miss it.
Red colored designs,
like spider webs of an eerie kind..
Spit spit,
spat spat,
they go on making these
sounds.
Emptying their throats,
with all their might.
Their secretions,
they just cant fight.
So out they come,
on the road,
and onto your street,
just narrowly missing
your feet.
Cringe as you might,
make faces if you wish,
wonder at our hygiene?
But what can we do?
except stare and fret,
put up our hands,
shake our heads with regret,
its something we just dont understand,
Indians and their
overactive salivary glands.
