The Drag on route
Sweltering noon on road
A non descript one that leads
To broken and neglected kin
That never pounced on Highway
To the glittering metropolitan cities
The return to the village is uncertain
With the flutter of torn attire
An easy access to blazing wind
It need not knock on porous doors.
The little hand is now a burden
For he fails to keep pace with dad
His broken slipper in the hand
The blisters have swollen high
Like painful pads of his sole
The family has not eaten for days
As the hot fire from the sky
Lashes at their sorrowful procession
While they walk on burning tar
They knelt several times a day
Only to find a different version of God!
Delhi
18.18 hrs
25.5.20
1858
Sweltering noon on road
A non descript one that leads
To broken and neglected kin
That never pounced on Highway
To the glittering metropolitan cities
The return to the village is uncertain
With the flutter of torn attire
An easy access to blazing wind
It need not knock on porous doors.
The little hand is now a burden
For he fails to keep pace with dad
His broken slipper in the hand
The blisters have swollen high
Like painful pads of his sole
The family has not eaten for days
As the hot fire from the sky
Lashes at their sorrowful procession
While they walk on burning tar
They knelt several times a day
Only to find a different version of God!
Delhi
18.18 hrs
25.5.20
1858
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