Silver Line
Silver Line
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.