What Will The Morning Bring? Poem by Raj Arumugam

What will the morning bring? Will it bring
any hope at all? Or will it still have
me lingering round the phone
like an unemployed worker standing at the dock
eager, waiting to be called,
and sighing after many a false alarm?


What will the next morning bring?
Will it be at ten
a letter of offer
or just me with my open palm
in the cold letter box
pulling out a brown envelope
that proves
no news is good news





(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))