Poetry

A single line,
undefined, hangs
to make your life vulnerable.

The drifting starts.
You fumble for the right-
text,

to convey the urgency
of a moratorium. The
dew on the grass,

was not ready to
accept the rainbow of
false promises.

Flat refusal comes
from the deprived homes.
The poverty has become a sin.

The elegant procession
of the king was throwing
dust in our eyes.