MUSED
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Weevil by Mark Berkerey

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Poetry


At The Signal

Yasmin Khan

I cringe inwardly, apprehension grips
as we come to a halt at the signal
beggar girls with babies at their hips
eunuchs draped in sarees come to wheedle.
I peer into the blackness at the wastrel.

Claustrophobic in the carīs cool confines
desperate to whiz past the neon signs
as clamorous hands touch the window pane
I see their starved faces, I hear their whines.
Sadness and remorse I cannot restrain.




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Reader Feedback:
Yasmin is a wonderful poet and this sensitive poem is proof of her talent!!
~andrea

I really like this poem. It has great imagery, and evokes strong emotion. Nice work.
~Carol

I really like this poem. It has great imagery, and evokes strong emotion. Nice work.
~Carol

This poem is the way I feel traveling to places as a tourist. How to help the vast human condition of people who are forgotten.
~jacquie