The Native Core.

      From sticky streets and slimy crowds,
      I flew to a land,
      Where streets looked
      Like laminated resting zones.
      The crowd of humanity there,
      Was a creamy layer, crisp and captivating .
      But my mind made of a thermosetting mould,
      Longed more for my slimy crowds
      On the sticky streets.
                               p.Chandrasekaran.