And the shouting smoke
Of half-hearted riots
On warm summer evenings.
To the thin line of lights
And the unprepossessing
Aromatic welcome
Mother balti and radio raga.
Nourished are the poor
Amongst the rubbles of our past.
And the shouting smoke
Of half-hearted riots
On warm summer evenings.
To the thin line of lights
And the unprepossessing
Aromatic welcome
Mother balti and radio raga.
Nourished are the poor
Amongst the rubbles of our past.
Still the feel of bomb-cratered,
Cleared slum, desolation.
Post, post another,
Still the feel of bomb-cratered,
Cleared slum, desolation.
Post, post another,