As the frothy milk sky bubbles above,
a condensing curd cools below.
I try to swim somewhere between.
Do you see what I see?
A near-naked babe, sunburnt, but its honeyed body glistens.
She squats near the sewage waste.
Cotton fields bobbing in the breeze
the farmers pick and pluck with ease
and I head home for some sleep.
A blaring buffalo
usually wakes our neighbourhood
but it's the rumble of the Hero Honda
that pierces the morning air today.
I've been there, yes, I've really been there!
But now I'm here under a constipated grey sky
where the glass buildings meet the clouds.
We ride the train or tram or bus here
And we plug in our earphones
so that we drown
out the world.
The weight of tradition
hangs around my neck like an albatross!
But who says I want to shoot it down?
This is all I know.
I just guess I was determined
to be me.
About the Creator
saaleh P
I am Saaleh and my topics of interest include literature, art, culture, politics and sport.
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