Silently they trod with heavy feets,taking quick purposeful steps. Their bundle of joy lies cuddled in arms loop.Saddled on their back are their belongings. The head is crowned with necessity. Hungry or thirsty the march is on from the land of bread and butter to the barracks for existence. I stand and stare,the saga continues,my feet is nailed ,my heart weeps and prays.
Carcasses, foul air.
Equality blows bugle,
Disparity dies.
@Binita Jha
No comments:
Post a Comment