The tar on the road glistened to their weary dream

Of finding the home left long back for a distant gleam

They walked a hundred mile

Some with torn slippers

Some on bare foot

That uniform and the old school bag

Carried along with her the broken promises of even a future

Children of lesser Gods cried so louder

That no one heard it for sure

Not so tender, yet their skin burned

Under the Sun that was so hotter

Their tongues so dried of thirst and hunger

The mother could see it no longer

More weight she couldn’t carry either

Bare minimums loaded on her head & shoulder

All she could was only to pray

To the unrelenting Sun to be a little milder

While the whole world celebrated

The Mother’s Day too was just another nightmare

Some sneaked inside cement roller

Some hid under the cover of goods carrier

Some died on tracks

Some hit by the speed of the rich & the power

As I slept and woke up

Under the roof so higher

I let it all happen

In front of my eyes that was so clear and drier

And that little leftover humanity in me

Died on that very summer

without wax

Ash