Saturday, July 6, 2013

Mama When Will Our Lives Change


every
mornings
the rush
of the
trains
from mumbra
to bandra
being humane
the travel
the agony
the cosmic
chain
those who
give us alms
seek our
blessings
in exchange
a few coins
wet and moist
like our tears
in the rains
as hope
flows down
the open gutter
in the drain

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