Tuesday, November 15, 2022

The Forgotten Clan

 

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. 


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