Who laments more in the rain
The sky or the cloud that gather in the heart
In the scary-blue eyes of the sky
Colours of bats descends
Human eyes have two-coloured glass.
Human beings is a banana-tree of the third world
Its leaves protects the wide sky like umbrella
Well, we are telling our story.
A well is made making a hole in the courtyard, but not water
We dream lying make shopping of dream
Vread and butter, only a house or a farm
To get rid of drought we call out at the field
‘Bumper crop’ to get exaltation we beg for rain
In the heart shallow tubewell we wanted electricity
To bring life to it.
We understood if we don’t have strength
Rain from sky or deluge can give
Pensive life every where in the Third World
Whose seasonal happiness engulf the eye that controlls the rain
To him luxury of rain is a another curiosity
Is sky also have dejection?
Or the vast sky catches all the fish-like clouds from the heart
Heart is relieves
When its rain where does sun hides his face
Do you know where?
On the melodious tin-roof rain dances with rain
Sun enters the heart of human beings
Now everybody turns to be poet, nobody is spared
Painful of muddy gardens turn into poetry.
by Salem Suleri