R.S. Mallari

In Qatar, What to do? Yane

Waiting for taxi, half an hour now
Searching for that familiar blue car
Drops of sweat on my eyebrow
Sandstorm, I can feel the gust of wind
Lit a cigarette is annoyance
Lighter’s flame can’t live even a second
Looked for a waiting shed for cover
Finally a puff of nicotine and tar
And more, and another stick
And more, but not a single taxi
Finally a private car parked
Asking where would you go?
No choice but to hop in
Pay extra for his risk of being deported
An hour late for office
Not a good way to impress a boss
Tried to sneak in the office, unnoticed
Office boy greet you with a loud
Good Morning sir!
Mentioning your name, aloud!!
That’s it!
First day of the week!
Sweat-soaked shirt
Dust on your face
Four cigarettes burnt
Late for office
And a ton of crap of words
From a beloved angry boss.

R.S. Mallari

About R.S. Mallari

Through poetry I am trying to break the barriers of ethnicity, cultures and even beliefs for we humans have the same emotions, the same desires and aspirations. We may differ in colors, in language, and food that we eat yet we are still living under the same sun, swimming and sailing on the same seas and sleeping under the same stars.

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Through poetry we can inspire others, we can make someone smile and words can make others cry be it of joy or sadness.