Awaiting beautiful morning 🌄
How long have we been waiting for that morning, when its improvement can bring back our lost breaths?
A shadow trembling with fear can become still
Blood leaking from wounds can dry in open air
She can free the last rain with her glare
Filled with joy I will be able to take a packet of milk from the milkman
I will be able to give my clothes to the washerman,
so that he can iron them and eliminate the twists of fate
If the broom and mop lady comes shining,
she will check me for the first time.
So that I can pay her his salary on time and consider her smile as my share of reward,
By ordering from the vegetable vendor at the price of a kilo,
I can be happy that it's been four days of vacation,
I can wave to school going children every day on their way to school and say - Have a nice day,
I can ask about the condition of Mr who is worried about his health
That if necessary, I will send my best wishes
I can call the gate of the society and alert the guard as to what is the drama here that no one listens to us
As if God does not hear our voices these days,
We keep screaming and wailing, hanging on the high floors
As if he himself is immersed in some pain,
I once again return from my daily work,
Does he know the pain of being caught and suspected?
After the captivity of the womb, has he seen any other captivity?
Would the wind ever come in asking?
Would he have ever felt remorse while scolding someone?
Why does he involve himself in the competition to prove himself?
How important it is to repair the nights for a better morning,
Every night she comes to my sleep and dies of some hope
How life becomes inflexible in the hope of getting better.
That we are unable to get rid of even our sharp claws and keep getting injured and getting injured continuously… continuously….
That sometimes the absence of continuity does not at all mean postponement...
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