Shishir Gupta Poet Free verse

Exodus

Browning and frowning,
in the heated sun,
he made for the exit,
he had enough,
of the rough,
he had lost sweat,
burned blood,
but stood,
now he could not,
why after all,
he opted for the fall,
did the bullock,
refused to go up the hillock,
or the sickle,
did not cut in a tickle,
nothing of the above was true,
bullock was an animal,
which did as bade,
not a sucking shrew,
sickle was iron and sharp,
and still it did the cut in harp,
sun was as usual,
but his neighbours under it were not,
they had turned away from fields,
and began looking for equity yields,
there was an exodus,
to cities,
he was lonesome,
and felt like fool,
working hours and earning dime,
whereas they made thousand in a rhyme.

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