Saturday, 1 August 2020

Pramod Kolikipudi, Poetry 2020 Longlist

Pain of poor


Walking down on the roads with haste.

Tears of blood in the heart.

Hunger bells in the stomach.

Muscles crushing in the body.

Busting blood vessels of the feet.

Clouds of darkness overshadowing them with stark misery.

A poor migrant fading away like a mirage

on the side of highways with hunger.

Pain of poor migrant hunger and poverty

resounded length and breadth

of Indian mother land.

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