Poem of the week: The rain in the night by Heidi Williamson
Rains of pellets why
From her window, blinds are drawn
Looking through an eyesore and tragedy
for twenty years ago, new to the same soil,
new to the surroundings, nearer to the market
town ever busy traffic trading all over.
Dawn begins with calm, but falling to dusk
where tension and loss carry the involved;
Agriculture and culture no longer the same
Where artificiality runs like mad rush
after currency where serenity is devoid;
Only calculation prevails in all walks.
Shaking grills of school gates, lure
With chocolates and sweets, all
Kidnap and trade, pure innocence
pays like premature abortive scissors
rolling in blood and buckets ;
God ordained life is at stake,
Counting hours waiting for bonus
His dictum waits for some more time
Counteracts the untiring vying
With over confidence .
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