Fabiyas M V Poet Free verse

Majhi

His village
is 
a plantation 
of privations,
where 
a variety of
sorrows grow.

Love
like corn 
lives
within 
a pale cover. 

Pain
is buried
in the furrow 
of misery.


Moneyless Majhi 
plods miles
with 
his stiff spouse 
on his shoulder.

Here
to live
is to burn
like dried cow dung.

First printed in The Literary Hatchet

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