Madras through the Six Senses

As the eclectic smells waft through the air
Of salt, sweat and the Cooum river
And if the smells of the sea and Jasmine win
Yes Machan; it is Madras you are in!

The roaring of machines & blaring of trains
With a splash of kollywood and music it rains
And if notes of Carnatic rise above the din
Yes Machan; it is Madras you are in!

Fluffy soft idlis or hot molaga bajji
With piping hot, strong, degree filter coffee 
If that’s what the world is having for tiffin
Yes Machan; it is Madras you are in!

 Residential flats, Glass Towers, pristine
And temples of yore share the sky line
If it is Medley of old and new herein  
Yes Machan; it is Madras you are in!

Hot, hotter, hottest are the three seasons
Blame the humidity and various other reasons
If the same warmth is in air and also its men
Yes Machan; it is Madras you are in!

No matter where you come here from
If you feel at home and always welcome
If the city grows on you like the taste of Gin
Yes Machan; it is Madras you are in!

Comments

Janani Venkett said…
WOW !!!!
Anybody who hates Chennai would fall in love with the place after reading your poem :)
Gift of Gab
October 17, 2012 at 12:04 PM
Madan Panathula said…
Thanks Janani... :) You are right whenever you see a thing/person/place through the eyes of someone who loves it/him/her, they also do fall in love... abit :)
October 17, 2012 at 1:00 PM
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