A Worried Cry
Listen, do listen a cry from that hut among bushes
No human voice, no human words but humanly
Beats and brutes too raised their crazy heads
But no human hand waves at them, worried
Cry, no hand sympathetic, no caressing humane
But only a cry, of a mother, broken down by ails
With broken glasses and dented tumblers empty
Luring her kids, a feast on the way, but illusion
How those innocent eyes are waiting and waiting
And in their dream, they cry and cry bitterly
Reaching far ends of humanity, lying down in ignorance.
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