The Englishmen  would always mistake Gurasa for pizza.

 

In a train station in Sarkin pawa

Darkness strikes and covers

The roads, all the vehicles on

The road parked beside the highway

To watch the apocalypse finish.

My sister, body of  English for accent

Finally opens her mouth to cravings.

In the meantime, Sarkin pawa had

Not seen power for over six months,

All the people with freezers have grown

To never need useless things, all the

Restaurants with ovens have closed to

Respect my country’s low standards.

My sister orders a pizza on her phone,

Minutes later she cannot connect to her

Internet to confirm purchase, we sit in

Despair, she sits in regrets, a sales boy

With gurasa passes our car, I purchase

Gurasa for all of us, the train station

Might never open again, my sister would

Only crave in silence, till her English

Is enough to call pizza with a new name—gurasa.