Nothing to motivate them
in Indian Ocean, in confluence..
white sand, sea shells
sun rise, sun set
diamond nose ring..
but still they hide behind;
unwilling to back out
from one orange field
and flowers of Autumn;
In Copenhagen pullovers
they hide near spring,
collect droplets in stern faces
to write anatomy of dissection
Nothing for them in music scales
but standstill from behind
they place their tea mugs
in window sills and listen
through transparent satin curtains
to write about jazzy rocks
and  fragrance of coffee
Nothing to charm them in Himalayas
as if it is mission 2010
Let me write about JAXA's Ikaros
Space Yacht,
or about ISRO's next Chandrayan...