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
May 13, 2020 at 5:10 am
Rich in concect and conveying….best wishes
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May 13, 2020 at 6:14 am
Thank you Sir..
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