Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Poem featured on Asia Writes



Widening cracks leaking roofs
choked drains in the courtyard
water logging and myriad
such small things make rains a pain

there’s no romance in rainbow
I can’t shape colours of morning
morning shapes my colour:

I’m the victim of my views
that shape my head each day
realities and yoga conspire

drinks and pills deride from clothesline
flowers and trees speak in grey
compost of years oozes no wisdom

whatever the poetry it stinks
idols on the beasts and cattle
overload the carriage
I can’t deliver the burden

prostrate and worship
touch the feet foolishness
make me small frustrate
sitting in the dust degrade

it’s long fog with blurred sight
virtually blind no seer
no revelations




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