Sunday, August 12, 2012

Burning feet

The criss cross paths

the empty vessels

Lack of money

Hungry stomachs

The desire for learning

Lack of clothes

Tear stained faces

Black and blue bruises

Borrowed books

Borrowed clothes

Hungry stomachs

Struggle and neglect

Mirage of abundance

Bubble bursts

Struggle on and on

Burdens heavier

Life stretches

Shades and water

Unable to sustain

Thorns , harsh words

No shade , no breeze

Burning sands

Burning feet, life stretches

Time laughs, taunts , hobbles on....


  1. This is really painful. All we can do is only hope for a better tomorrow. Very beautifully written...