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British Raj

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By saaleh PPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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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.

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saaleh P

I am Saaleh and my topics of interest include literature, art, culture, politics and sport.

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