Thursday, June 16, 2016

Expressway


Going by the expressway sights abound
Gently rolling lands by craggy hills bound
Layers of haze scatter the low sun's light
The cars they race by like a cat with fright
Black rock walls with long, dying grasses falling down
Like black supermodels with blonde locks not brown
Steel mesh nailed to the side of the cliffs
Fashion bandaged to a victim's midriff
The car glides on the expressway's incline
a magnetic marble down a serpent's spine
A stop for food that is fire on a plate
Red powdered bites of vadas that are great
Long are these journeys, in a day two
sun's down now and sights sleep too
Quateel Ahmad
18.11.2015