Bread Poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Bread
In these cold
Dreary winters
You don't feel like
Getting out of bed
But you know
That you have to
If you want to
Earn your own
Bread.
So you rise up
And go to work.
Your lethargy…
You shed!
Lest the dread of
Becoming a jobless
Homeless starts
Plaguing your
Head!
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