Monday, October 08, 2007

greyscale

Wipe those tears, Ma
I'm not hungry anymore
The food has paused my begging bowl
For this moment I'm free


We're watching our little sister
Our mum is nearby
Over there selling peanuts
And bhel puri
See, there




These robes of silk
Are all I own
And a cup for some tea
Someone gave me a blanket
It gets cold at night, you see
Oh, I sleep down here
In the basement between the cars
My children?
I haven't seen them in years
Since they abandoned me

1 comment:

Shilo Shiv Suleman said...

the second one and third one are Gorgeous.

children.tenderness.
hands hanging off the sky.
pick out clouds
to hide inside.