cracks in the cumin seed siding
outside the police station,
stale air suffocates the sun
as it sinks below
a creek and a trash heap
clutched like the cloak of God,
a 100 rupee note crumbled in your jean pocket -
just in case.
is it a crime to expect the worst
in spite of order?
blazing dry heat smothers our lungs,
shrunken palm leaves held only
by the stone above us.
You will be charged
For taken for granted
For every visit
Theme: Beyond Immigration rules
What I would give for your attention.
I would give a lot.
What I would give to not have to give
for me to be in your thoughts.
What I would give for your affection.
I've given it much thought.
I would return the pencil you gave me
which doesn't happen a lot.
What I would give for you to look my direction
Without you thinking someone else it hot.
What I would give for an emotional connection
that would occur more often than not.
What I would give to know what to give
because I know your love can't be bought.
One gave me a purple pencil because he thought it was my favorite color.
The other drove me home and played Frank Sinatra.
— The End —