During my morning run
I notice her

Fresh jasmine garland
on plaited hair
gentle fragrance wafts

Colourful glass bangles
on both hands
soft tinkling ripples

Peace and contentment
on her face
quiet calm radiates

she goes about her work mindfully
collecting garbage from each house

’tis another day of
collecting garbage from each house
emptying each into her push cart
mindfully she does

In the world of
rotting waste
broken items
dirty stuff
She is in harmony
unswayed by the outside
anchored to the centre.

She is
“The garbage collector”