Unwished wish .....

Every day when I cross

the old man sitting in front of

a blue colored mud-shelter

and his unanswered awaiting eyes;

the farmer’s field spreading in rectangles

with emptiness all over it

and a few green pits of hope;

the escaped children from home,

running over the red soil

and the ringing of nearby school’s bell;

the rows of eucalyptus trees

forced to be standing straight

with only one white bone;

a tilted signboard, painted in

unreadable fluorescent white,

and standing like a sleepless mind;

five zones of the same city

parted by a few kilometers and

by the color of their houses;

the traffic with obvious congestion

and a warm dispute of dusty weather

with the serenity of bearing earth;

two queues of gigantic demons,

holding wires of some mega watts

in search of a lowering sun;

last, but not least of my journey,

including the other side of the bus,

while sitting next to the window;

I only count the slipping moments

and distances between you and me so far,

with the ‘unwished wish’ of forgettable you.