Saturday, August 1, 2009

HARD TO SURVIVE

Silence here pervades not for a moment

Rumbling cracking croaking shreiking

Is all that's heard here in this noisy town

No room for feelings no room for love

Pity here seems as a forbidden thing

Eagles and vultures ravens and crows

Circle round your heads

Not a sparrow neither a mynah is seen

Its monsoon, rain doesn't come

Moon also seems very glum

Heavy and bright is the sun

Piercing through the skin

Winters harsh and fog-filled

Surviving here is a challange