WILD SANCTUARY
m. faizal

It was a grey rainy day
We set about to see the wild.
Chirping birds
Waving leaves
Greenish rain on oily shone foliages
All we were passing through the caged corridor
Safe spectators!
In the groves, deer
Behind the rocks,tigers
In the trees,apes
Beside the bamboos,elephants
With strange looking,bisons.
Our caged path led us to
The dark interior
Through the wild domain.
Night’s dark polythene
Laminated the smoky-green
After the sun’s fall.
At the exit near the threshold
Nervously we cried out to
The momentarily growing panic,
For it was heavily locked.
Outside the passage
Beasts were gazing at us
Playfully in the frozen night.
Night moved like a reptile’s stretch
Excreting a metamorphic air.
We remained as the blind refugees.
In the bright dawn
Horns of my companions
Poked me to wake up.
They pulled my tail
To tickle me.
Outside our caged passage
Political animals crowded
With their bulls-eye looking.
Our cage moved to the
Openness of the public’s cockfight.

UNTITLED LIFE

He tried to compose a poem
Of the moment of blossoming flowers.
But thorns remained in the paper.
Before sleep at night,
Longed for an apple.
But, outside, in the street
Sprang the cry of orphans
With expectation he received
A mail from postman
But, It was the intimation
Of withheld result of examination.
But in the poem composed
Remains the market rate
Of green grocery.
Tried to cry,
But, Not a single tear came out.
_For it was the time of famine of salt.