To bury our deadWe areThe few survivors leftTo walkBetween the ashes and the crumbling walls. 2Breathe faintly the air they breatheRaspings in air unseenUnheard in quiet placeTell stories Of flavour heardOf scent seen— Tell stories of wasted words in prayerBlinking car lamps in peopled streetsOf street food wrapped in leafs Breathe faintly faintly. 3Lie quiet […]
There’s a cityHardly beautiful atFirst glance,With no current atThe flick of a switch,Or paved streets withRaving cars,With a soul far deeperThan the wells its waterSprings from. Its people congenial andWarmly welcoming; selfReliant and assured. WhereIslam is dearly loved; whatBetter place could a travellerMake home. Muhammed Kamil EDITOR’S NOTE Originally published in Citizen on 13 Jul […]