Human Figures Made of Clay

Dismal tale of men and women in the dirty rail compartment No conception of the charm being knitted by the movement Of the necklace of gentle light in the pants shirts and blouses All is too occupied in their struggle to notice the kind crescent As they are returning home from their respective workplaces Piteous story of apathy and woe all of them are absorbed in An old lady chewing parched rice taking it from a rusted tin In a dark corner is seated a youth with shirt all bloodstained Suffering from tuberculosis and looking very fragile and thin A worthless life of empty existence still wretchedly retained Though no threshold he will come across leading him to a Plate of rice and curry as at least one square meal a day A hawker of playthings approaches them in a smiling face A second vendor selling some human figures made of clay A gloomy motion picture of life running in an unfair race 10/07/2017 Rhyme Time with 5 Poetry Contest sponsored by Laura Loo Using the five words viz Piteous Bloodstained Threshold Conception and Dismal