~The
Boy ~
In
the densely dull dark, next alleyway,
Who
has curled chafed fingers — unwashed,
Uncombed
greasy, sunburned hair ..
He,
with his noiseless eyes,
Counting,
tallying,
The
crumbs of life, tossed unto him …
And
—
His
gold fishes,
Eyes
open wide — gawping only …
Calling
out,
Gaping,
Breathing,
Sucking
in gratis air,
Boy,
from untaken barren around,
Fishes,
from the nude surface,
Calling
out, again,
Gasping,
Filling
their lungs again, with superfluous air, hungrily …
Calling
out, yet again,
They
want food,
To
be filled, thoughtlessly,
Choking
the wind-pipes, wolfing and devouring,
A
little food, one morsel of anything .. something …
Hitherto
… Fishes do not want these glass globes,
And
their stale ashy water,
Bubbling
their seemingly endless world,
But
.. pond or brook, lush and leafy …
Boy
… such callow,
Wishes
for a jar … an earthen urn …
To
call it a home ……
Thitherto
— with paradoxical desires — syncing,
They
sit as one,
Waiting,
In
the densely dull dark, next alleyway!
What an amazing write. So sad. Makes me wonder about his back story...
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Keith, for giving it a read ...
DeleteYou have really given a glimpse of his life, Sadia. So hard to recognize that he is undoubtedly one one thousands. What a difficult path he follows.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful, albeit sad, write.
ReplyDeletethis is a bit heartbreaking you know....the challenges and trials so many face...you brought his story to life...i can not accept that people go hungry...i know they do...but why...why do we let that happen....
ReplyDeleteHeartbreaking yet beautiful... you are blessed ainy, blessed with magic of words :)
ReplyDeleteThis is a heartbreaking situation...and yes, many are just in the "next alleyway" close, within our reach. A very emotive piece of art you've chosen to accompany your piece as well. Great to see you :)
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