Two eyes spoke to me

Behind the pradha,

Were they questioning?

Why are you here

Bareheaded,

Or were they jealous of my freedom

Or was it the fright of a chick

Left to catch its own prey,

Or the burden of legacy

Of a soul of Faustus

pawned centuries ago;

Or an African pasture

Or an Arabic vivaciousness

Or a pseudo chastity

I don’t know

What those two eyes said to me

Or will they busrt of anger

FRom oppression like a snake beaten,

to bite or to die under someone’s feet

I dont know

But those two eyes are still staring…………..