My Black Rosary With Red Cross and Daily Bread
A gaze at uncertainty in your meal time
A wave of poverty in your surroundings
Which one will spoil your hunger?
What will kill your taste buds?
Nothing for sure can eat you
Unless you have eaten something else
A pinch of salt in your sweat
It refuses to give up its taste
A pale edge of your empty plate
It refuses to smile at your disposal
A moment when mind forgets to remember
A moment when mind remembers to forget
Matters of convenience and coincidence
All this happens in our daily life
We keep a bread for the day
Shrinks by the evening, rots by the fifth day
Filth by a weeks time, frozen in your next working day
Weeks after, you meet them all in your wounds
Your despair, your inertia, your pathos and vanity
All is known to submit to the season of red black winters
Same applies to my black rosary with red cross in my chest
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