Invisible People 2 (No Complaints) Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

He was carrying bananas on his head
A long route to avoid any mishap happen
Parkinson’s disease had made his hands tremor
Every morning was not unlike earth quake
The old man had lost all his teeth biting dust
His white beard had though signs of spirituality
That comes with honest work in an age of seventy
To avoid search of the police man he would take
The long route to the garden where on benches
Strangely no one sat for they were too uncomfortable
Below the little trees were hiding some old and young
Three women reading the holy script in the hope
To bring some fresh breeze from heaven up the west
In the canal water had gone rotten for littering rampant
A very young girl was begging who had come
From the nearby village she had the dried lips
Her brown green eyes had lost the shine still
She did not know how to beg and her father
Who would chop woods and she earned enough
For her day’s work to be away from home
A sister of five and his father unaware
There was announcement on radio to be ware
Of human smugglers I wondered may be angels
Protected her from the devils that throng the earth
The old man would sell enough bananas for his afternoon
And a happy sleep at night
There are no complaints here
19/8/2009