and yet I could not see,
the rooftops in the city,
the towers in the dust.
The haze has settled
on all our homes
and the heat hangs heavy
on all of us.
Yesterday I stretched my mind
and yet I could not glean,
the beauty in the garden,
the tranquil by the lake.
The haze has settled
on all our heads
and the hoax hangs heavy
on all of us.
(c) Charlene Rajendran 1999
