A Roadside Shelter
Hard Days
An old woman with a broom,
Weak-frame but sweeps hard,
Hardship has become a floor,
Spreads a sheet like her woes.
The woman fondles her baby,
Feeds him her breast juice,
The Sticky baby sucks so swift,
I'm lost in a roadside shelter.
Spring laughs all the way,
For guys to savor colors,
The poor only concerned,
How to drag their lives on.
I feel their hearts throb ,
How long misery lives on ?
The existential play goes on,
With the traffic I move on.
A Roadside Shelter
The red light pauses traffic,
I move with the moments,
My eyes travel all around,
I try to pick up the threads.
Leaves wave all pleased,
The wind busy in her dance,
Dead leaves all piled up,
Shelter by road cries aloud.
A family all busy in chores,
Their eyes stray nowhere,
The man mositens flowers,
Sprays water to grow hopes.
No one buys the dry flowers,
His dire needs on his neck,
To satiate hunger for a day,
kids,wife, mother and self.