This Day

The night longs for more sleep
the day is mildly awake
the tussle between the two
turns my sky black
under whose shadow
two crows cuddle
on the giant peepal
straight in sight
the branches on whose runs
a fluffy squirrel
with a straw of hay
in all her might;
the tingling tunes of the heavy droplets
let loose on the earthen rooftop of my house
mixed with the creaks of crickets
and groans of the toads
brought to a sudden life,
I once danced
splashing all the puddles in my way —
now I watch this Godly scene
from a slight distance
in some dismay
yet when I hear the tiny streams
calling my name,
I, drenched in love
taste the rain.

© Nazneen Kachwala

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Disguised

Robed in white
posing pure
hearts malign
self-proclaimed
descendants
using Allah
to acquire
their God —
palaces, scents
velvet carpets
goblets of gold
gifts from fools
conferring them
as their heads
since ages long
and then by those
who pay them by
the sweat of their brows.
They turn brothers
against brothers
friends into foe
for their realm
shouldn’t go
the power hungry
write their own Quran
and preach with a fee
adorning it as spirituality
they who walk down the aisle
with men hired to
sing ode of their praises
how they enjoy the spree!
The curse casted
decades ago
shall continue
for decades more
the prudents care not
and the nincompoops
continue to grow
for they are blind to know
those disguised as swan
are in real crows.

© Nazneen Kachwala
24-05-2019