THE CITY’S PACE By Hasheem Deza

I woe, yawn and mourn, in me
The forever living hanger has a mansion
Limping up then down with sunken eyes
Dogs of the city have no bark
Wheat or weed, the sower deserted the farm
Or loud heaven call was quick to be answered
These charms lying six feet down
And their kinsmen’s faces shaped in frown

Hooks me in these city streets
Traffic lights beams red on the edge
The sun rise health, bright and sets sick and dull
On a city shop veranda, i seat and watch
Shooting stars and two creatures on the moon
Could they be mum and dad
Lying on my back and and harvesting honey
Every dreamer lies,
So am i bitten by bees during the day….
Hasheem Deza