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No Better Tomorrow
****"No better tomorrow""*** Before the sun could have made its appearance, her eyes are forced open, with the outburst of the little one's patience; Frustrated, sleep deprived and irritated, She jolts her head with the steel roof, roof of sufferings, covering the trek for butter and bread; She tries to calm her baby incongruously, She fails then slaps him for weeping, and wonders if she would, ever, live happily; The aghast kid, silently, sleeps in her arm, she hums a strange lullaby, repelling the foul odor of the swarm; swarm full of poverty stricken flies, who wakes up and walks to nearby mill, to earn bread; while lifting the weight, she cries; She cries due to oppressive force upon head, all of a sudden, she realizes her delay, and she hurries, as she doesn't want to get wasted; She precipitates the boy in cradle, made of a cloth; tattered, shoddy and ignored, same as her life, nothing but a battle; The battle not for glory but for survival, the battle not to live but to breath, the battle... to remove stains off the crystal; Her eyes are kept open at night, as she, mostly, is hungry and anxious, anxious... because she experiences dark voids of light; She reaches the site and pleads to get work, one bricks falls, the manger goes berserk; He continues to slap her, reddened are her cheeks, She won't protest the abuse for sake of her job, she walks to a corner and silently weeps; After going through the mental turmoil, she reaches her decrepit slum, confronting her stinking fate, as she would, again, be slapped by his husband, He was hungry and she is late; Without uttering a sound, she cooks, Once all her children are sleepy, She lies down and thinks about the world of crooks; She is feeling dizzy and is about to sleep, but before her eye lids could have kissed, on her dusty legs, something creeps; Goosebumps are on way and she is scared, scared of what follows next, she cries as crunched are her breasts; the animal enters into her violently, and squeezes her soul out of her, he is gone; She is unsatisfied and injured She cries but she endures it daily; She is sobbing but is scared to sleep, the pain is oozing out of her, as the scars are green and deep; she gazes at the steel roof, and a drop of tear caresses her cheek, but the water won't wash away her sorrow, because she feels; she is poor, and for her, there is not going to come a better tomorrow.
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