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| The Forgotten Clan |
Our days pass by
In bread without butter.
And there are nights;
We come home late
To skip the supper.
And we hear
The news of NASA,
Ploughing Mars
For water.
And we go to bed
In the winter slope;
Our dormant dreams
Lay frozen
With the light of hope
Shuttered.
We are common people
After all;
Quarrels and make noises
For a pinch of salt,
Leaving life
Way behind the wood
In struggles to catch
A meagre livelihood.
And we keep a smile
On our face;
Dry, real and bold.
© Atique R.