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Little Suleiman draw what he see–flowers, bees, sun
Little Suleiman draw of an imaginary shaks also
Bearded, red eye with a gun–he knows it’s AK-47
That day Little Suleiman draw what moallem asked them to draw–
Daily life…your neighborhood…your family…anything…
He draw…he show…the hand that used to pat him on back slapped him…
Little Suleiman draw what he see–uniformed men, tank, her little sister
Little Suleiman draw an imaginary world where he & little Noor are together
Noor, his little sister, has turn ten last week; he had saw her on niqaah last
The hand that embrace him, comfort him on that occassion few months ago
Embrace him but to throw him in the store, in the dark.
Little Suleiman draw in moonlight the rats, the sacks with charcoal.
The collage of his drawing silvery slitted image of what he saw
Is fodder for rats. Little Suleiman look at it…his abba, the red eyed bearded–
With gun pointed at the pir…he was a maulabi Little Suleiman know…
After a month break I am back with the Monday Guest Post. Today is Tuesday though, but, this week post just left me puzzled. Last 3 times it was an essay each week. This week I had to select poems from a beautiful and talented blogger friend of mine who goes by name Cherry and whose blog name is Rainbow.
She is a dedicated Daily Prompt attemptor. Her poem I love to read because of the style, which I have already named Cherry-Style, she writes. Another factor is her depiction of daily life–her and around. So here’s 7 of her poems that I chose to reflect her personality as poetess. And I will request you all to visit her blog to get more surprise through her writings. Please pay a visit to her and I guaranteed, you’ll like her writings.
Any day you can’t see
the crow which has a
notable white stripe over
the protruded beak and
a queer round head, two
or three or a dense bunch
of hair brushing the breeze
of the late cloudy noon. Yes,
a late cloudy noon or early
summer morn or autumnal
eve it comes and sit on the
grill of my ‘lone balcony. It
never caws. Only bask in
the breeze closing its eye.
Bits of biscuits or bread or
rice mixed with curry, when
offered, it look at first like it’s
trying to read my mind, then
hop on the grill for few turns,
looking a’one is there or not,
‘fore it start having the offering
and then fly away after knocking
the grill with its beak. You can’t see
the crow any day (you want).
#A’one is anyone
A-Z Challenge Day#1: A for Animal (Crow)
Stream of Consciousness Saturday (04/01/2017): Any
The abir got washed from the hand; it was red in color.
First darker, then lighter, then pale, then nothing. Continue reading