Can you hear my screams dressed
In shorts n top, my hair so sleek
Not messy like you would have thought.
I want to scream so hard and yet
Hear I stand all hard and wet from
Writing things I don’t want to, from
Walking about with legs so numb.
There are people dying, the riots
Emerge like they have a right to
I want to stop them, scream and make
Them sit quietly and listen to Kanha play his flute,
Watch Shiva do his dance,
Watch mother earth perform magic,
Yes I want to do that so hard that
I sweat while thinking about it
I cry in my dreams and give speeches to myself
Then cupping myself in my arms and
Sheddin off those tears away,
I go back to studying hard of sciences and mathematics.
Is there nobody out to really hear me loud,
To hold my hands and assure me
That I am not the only one hiccuping myself to sleep…
Shiva where are you when I need you?…