The City of Salt and Some…
by Adhiran
Fisherman feels the sturdy ray of yellow
It stretches oversea as sharp and hollow
Lingering on sand his skin tanned as history
Which spreads a minute smell of mystery
Air has it now and then, a lasting acquaintance
She laid in a hut of melancholy, no maintenance
The city kept the secret love of salt
The city keeps the secret salt of love.
Once there was a bunker in the city
A child remembered its absurd beauty
He laughs now, how he eagerly looking the sky
for a roaring bird of metal bombing away
He whispers the story of abandoned bunkers
how the bunkers magically hided the mongers
The city kept the secret love of rage
The city keeps the secret rage of love.
The city is a constant bus and the vigor is its driver
The city is a wobbly land and the faith is its river
The city is an outlawed mind and rhetoric is its power
The city is a remarkable sin and morale is its cover
The city is a salt factory procures ingredient of anti sober
and the city is a hate engulfs quintessence of life as a lover
The city kept the secret love of courage
The city keeps the secret courage of love.
The Madras Magazine 