A Tramp's Quest
White little rice so fresh and sweet,
long, long threads made of wheat.
The water fall down my lips,
when they munch you crunchy chips.
I watch standing away,
when on giant supper they all prey.
My rags make me realise,
I'll be thrown away by rich and wise.
No food today,
to keep the hunger at bay.
Only you dear water,
fed me and my crying daughter.
But how long to rely on thee,
soon,our gashes be gone for free.
Our eyes are pale,
quest for food like the holy grail.
No luxurious grains down the way,
no sign of leftover tray.
Cold breeze , add on our plight,
no roof over head, weaken my fight.
The lust to taste overwhelms,
under the flickering lamppost ,our realm.
My child so tight to her mommy,
as if the warmth of my body can fill her tummy.
And to slumber we both drifted,
wished we were also gifted.
Copyright © Nitika Singh | Year Posted 2017
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