See those scarred faces…empty eyes
Walking on the tightropes,
They stuck as if on a precipice…
Groped, ordered around and to the brink of disgust…
Stumble, fall down in fatigue but still
Laugh a little and sing the song of their lives…
Day in, tune on, day out, tune off,
They slug; hand work faster than loud mouth,
They are remembered only for their failures.
Evening sun probe their mind,
Wound, pain, agony roll into dry tears
A crushing blow; struggle continues.
” Draw Lines ” , is an eloquent evocation of ennui .
heart wrenching truth….of our lives
Thanks Louis and Nalini for your kind words.