Coverall Poem by Md Aariz Imam

Like the omnipresent God
The omnipresent coverall
Of colours beiges and blues
In the sands of time appear
Pacing through the vast expanse of Arab.
The shade a reminder
To be or not to be
A worker A staff
Each Friday one after another
Just four days that make a month
Teenager's not even a sight of moustache lining
not even fully developed breasts
after sweating it out day after day
and late into the windy desert night
assemble and travel back to their home - Bangladesh.
Their grit casted in concrete
Their hopes a high voltage low smokewire.
Their talks roving around the loans
taken
The principal amount obscenely weighing heavily on the overtime due
And then others
with bald heads with tarred legs with broad chests
A life sketch
that would have dignity in fear
Their daughters the age of marriage
Their boys school dropouts
Their mothers and fathers
leaving for heaven in slow motion
Their own fate approaching an irreversible terminal end.