Spills Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

How hard for the poor turtle
Carry the shield neither bone
Nor metal
Hiding the eggs in the nest
Made of sand
The little ninja turtles run fast
Into the waves
Would not she love to yawn
In one sunny afternoon
And keep the shell
Away
And walk with light steps
The evolution
Has become much more slower
She discovers spills made by humans
She needs a bath under a shower
Of copious rain
Or hide herself in the shell again

Islamabad
2/6/2010