Clash and clatter
Bang and rattle
Feet that patter
Hordes of cattle
The heart breakingly poor
Eyes staring sadly
Some at death’s door
Others injured badly
Dogs roam the streets
Here to stay
Begging for treats
Being chased away
A little holy shrine
Half hidden by the gloom
Gods in a line
All sharing a room
It’s a never resting place
Half buried in the past
But holding the secrets of an ancient race
And moving forward fast
The Suttonses in Bangalore 