Dreams of Hyderabad

By Xavier Snowman

Originally Appearing in Issue #4

Category: Poetry

Ravi, bird of paradise, dressed

in worn out Levis, Nikes down-at-heel

lays out his stall with passion fruit

mangoes, kumquats, purple grapes

exotic juicy jewels.

A haggling zoo prods among the baubles

‘hey missis! please don’t squeeze me till I’m yours!’

Rank market smells. Smeared street, bleared sky

Stepney’s not Hyderabad; the spicy scents and crowded bright bazaar.

Ravi, bird of paradise, white robed

pulls off his sandals in the evening cool

and bows to pray;

Hyderabad, far away.