the circular window on the gable
doesn’t show the truth behind
the circular glass of circular

like the words in a children’s book
having taken a merry-go-round turn
to the curb closest to reality

the hoarders, free-loaders, whites,
blues (and even blacks) have merged;

the speech-concerts have begun to spiel
on endlessly, grounds of candy caked –
the litter making the differentiations

on whose of the highest order, has rights
to whimper their words in stylized accents

while I don’t not only watch television
but speak in loud tones of matters I (k)not
only know of, but criticize the good doers
not only of their efforts

but don’t read fine prints between lines either.

Sheikha A. is from Pakistan and United Arab Emirates. Her works appear in a variety of literary venues, both print and online, including several anthologies by different presses. Her poetry has been translated into Spanish, Greek, Arabic, Polish Italian, Albanian and Persian. More about her can be found at Read other articles by SheikhaA, or visit SheikhaA's website.