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poetry

An Orphan

His bleak piece of meat,
Cacophony of his grief.
Sweat shrieked on his skin,
the scuffle for vittles to win.

Destitute, the eyes,
Never dared to dream a care!
He shook my hand
And tried to share,
A plight of his daily nightmares!

Bottomless pit, bereft bowels
His rags and dusts that travel.
What are toys or his plays,
All he thinks is to manage his dreads.
Tussle for life, an endeavour to feed;
His hunger, a different greed.

And we share a meal and some joys
His innocent smile and tiny eyes
Departed as I; taking a Sigh.
Silhouettes drawn of strayed life;
The meager truth of an Orphan cries.

© 2020 Khwabo ka Sapna

Country needs them, but first they need an Eye.
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poetry

Binge!

Raw, it’s stirred for longer hours
Hands that hold
Blend with love
Oh it’s Appetizing
And there’s a Drooling face!
Slow it takes,
It’s getting transformed
From the raw to the fine;
Smell of the cookery
It’s everywhere
It spreads and gives flair
Tangy tinge and opened taste buds
Those green colour garnish
Oh it’s a binge!
It only matters; the end result it is
It can’t be undone.
Power of the hands
Hands that hold patience and
Blend with love.

© 2020 Khwabo ka Sapna