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Gaurav Nsdpati

Drama

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Gaurav Nsdpati

Drama

Silver Line

Silver Line

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How shall I brush, the

Dirt off - my shoulder.

When there is, a

Dearth of - a drink.


Opened my mouth,

The other desert.

Opened my mouth,

Another voice deserted.


Officers offended,

Now they talk of

Them water pipes,

The government installed.                                                                                                     


Ignorant, illiterate

I am, I agree

But tell me, friend, are

Water pipes

Without water, still

Water pipes.


Here lives,

Not many to count,

Let down, by

Officers, by

Gods – who did not

Let down,

A single drop, upon

My parched province.


Miles of dirt,

Then Paddy fields

Cracking up,

As if the heat was

A joke.


Never heard the thunder roar

But, my stomach

It rumbles.

There is food on my plate,

But how can I eat,

If the food on my plate,

Was cooked thirsty.


Black sheep,

Black markets,

Blackwater pipes.

Now the difference

I don’t see.

With these, dry eyes.


Dry skies.

Black as doom.

Now tell me, if

The fault was mine

When I couldn’t

Spot, a

Black cloud

Pass by.


Not a single black cloud,

Where shall I

Find, the silver line

When shall I

Write, rainy rhymes.



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