Tezaab Ki Baarish
Pehlay naak main
jalan hoti hai
Fir aankhoN main
bhathi ki aag jalti hai
Aur tumhara chera
khukhlaa sa lagta hai
MakhiaN tumhari aankhain kha kar
un par ghumati firti hain
KeeDay makoDay tumahari twacha khaaty
twacha ko kaat detay hain
Ek aur gaaey mar jaati hai
usi hawaa main saans latey
Jo tumharay gallay
k andar jaati hai
Is jaldi se beea-baan main banay kabristaan main
kitni sardiaN guzar jaati hain
jab tak tumhara saara maans khaya nahin jaata
aur tumhari safed haddiaN dhoop main chamakti hain.
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Yellow Rain
Mai Der Vang - 1981-
First, the sting
in your nose.
Then in your eyes,
a furnace flared
To hollow
your face.
Flies above
your empty sockets.
Maggots made
your split skin.
Another cow dies
from breathing
as you swallowed
from the same air.
How many days before
it wintered you gray
in this wilderness turned
makeshift-graveyard.
How many hours
before the lesions,
before your vomit
hardens the earthen
floor. Somewhere
a house ages cold,
no longer warmed
by the hearth
you once tended.
No one lights
any spirit money.
No one chants the way.
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