of brown skin and black hair
where curries flow
with a spicy flare
the smells linger
the tastes
are divine...
"Hey you, Paki, you smell like stinkin' curry"
So I
stink like curry...better than stinking like meat and
potatoes...
Meat...so dull...either too dry...or too raw
Potatoes...so...white...so...white
Curry...a nice red,
orange,
yellow,
brown...
Texture...fluid,
smooth,
creamy...
The air fills with its sweet spicy aroma
tantalizing
your taste buds...
teasing your imagination...
If only we could live peacefully in a world
among so
many colours
where curries flow
with a spicy flare
the smells linger
the tastes are divine...
by Meharoona Ghani
The darkness of darkness,
the gloom of doom,
The
hateful glare,
that chills you to the bone,
You hear
a knock outside your door,
and stop to wonder what it is
like
to be surrounded by fiery torches
and
experience absolute terror
only because you are
different.
by Liz Mutanda