I’m sitting here but there
All lost in the jungle of my thoughts
Trying to figure my way out
My mind wandering around
Like a restless ghost
Thinking of that child
Walking barefooted in the downpour
With its cold breeze
And loud thunderclaps
Running and walking
Yet, going neither here nor there
Seemingly happy and playing
To that man driving in his car
And the other one on his motorbike
He is walking in the rain
Because the street is the only home he knew
Which is being flooded by the downpour
Yet, no one noticed.
Since both laughter and cry show the teeth
And tears and water too the same in look
So, his tears, which carry a story so clear
Wanting to be heard, are not seen
For they are being washed down by the rain
Neither do the sound of his cry too be heard
For that too has been pervaded by the seemingly furious and roaring thunderclaps
Only his yellowish teeth
Which appear whitish from afar is seen
So he is thought of to be happy
Nevertheless, he is not.
—Dayak Official
Dayak Official 