Sunday, October 6, 2013

The Poor Womans Sorrow And The Rich Mans Car



she is the mother
of the son of the soil..
her back bent
her hands soiled
from one house
to another house
she toils .. a pain
of enduring suffering
recoils ..
now on the other
hand the rich man
gets angry his
temper rises boils
if someone scratches
his expensive car
beautifully kept oiled
the vagaries of life
captured by a lens
poetic pangs turmoil
dreams that fate foils

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