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Theme: Hypocrisy Share This Page
Dust Winds
by Madathil Rajendran Nair
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It is raining dust outside
But seems mysterious mist
Through the tinted glass
Of my office
In the Arabian Gulf
This oil-rich desert land
A man-made haven of comfort

It comes they say
From far off lands
Like Ethiopia
Where stomachs burn
In scorching famine
A waterless terrain
Blessed by the genesis
Of the extolled great Nile

And as I look listening
To the hum of the a.c.
My spine radiating bliss
Of make-believe grace
Hollows stare at me

Set in them are cat-eyes
In the dark of the night
Of fire, thirst and hunger
That shame and haunt
My hypocritical posture

The dust-winds blow unabated
Clouding my vision
Every condemned being’s
Incurable blindness
An unceasing retribution

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June 09, 2011
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Comments on this Poem

Comment Where stomachs burn
In scorching famine...

Set in them are cat-eyes
In the dark of the night
Of fire, thirst and hunger
That shame and haunt
....

Haunting lines, moving!

Anonymous
12/04/2013 04:27 AM




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