Write me love
Write me a companion
In that questionnaire you brought
Write me food, with salt and pepper and turmeric
But don’t come empty handed
Just to fill up your pages
I gave you tea sweetened with sugar from my neighbours’
I gave you tea sweetened with milk from my master
Yet you come just to take
A little more than what I give
What do you write
In that pages of yours
Do you write of my suffering?
Does it make a good story?
Does it say I need everything
that everyone else need?
Does it say I suffer everything
And I pray no one suffers the same?
Does it say my village is parched,
That my river runs and find its way in your water taps?
That my earth produces and finds its way in your kitchen?
Tell me, Tell me
Talk to me for a while
Not just of your questions
What lies beyond these fences of mine?
I haven't been on my feet for awhile
Listen to me
Even if they are not answers to your questions
I want to talk about
Purple skies of my youth
Though all that I have now
Is yellow winter
And you - my only visitor this year