Drudgery Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Hopeless ones selling their dreams,
and people begging for empathy—
For us, Days and nights are all same,
passing one after another,
nothing moves here:
As if everything covered in frost.

City in deep sleep,
and we're wandering,
Through these empty streets,
sewer choked, dumps stink,
and litter flying all around,
Hustlers making fine deals,
and pimps selling flowers—
We laugh on our drudgery,
handcuffed in slavery.

Inmate suffering from a disease,
I gave him hemlock to eat,
but that became worthless,
In front of his misery—
I saw my death, staring at me,
I said to him
'Wait, and wait for a little long,
I'm all yours'

It's purpose,
whether we know it or not,
Does it matter:
Only sometimes,
when it's light,
Sometimes it rains enough,
To let you sleep.