The hot afternoon sun,
Just above the heads shines,
The shadows are gone,
Buried under the feet,
The sweat from the forehead,
Drip down to the mouth,
The lips are painted with salt,
The legs are soaked and wet,
Traveling through these streets,
Wearing the rubber slippers,
The soles are poked with stones,
While the dusty wind powdered the faces,
Life goes on and on, dreaming of miracles,
the evening sun is fun,
given up all its wild flaring grin,
the face is sweet and gentle,
until the next afternoon arrives,
the life is a cycle,
but not for human,
stand on the feet and
face the sun through sunshade.
Best describes life towing in hardship, we must survive amidst all difficulties!
The shadows are gone, Buried under the feet superb ink, there, Veeraiyah, a great poem.
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the life is a cycle, but not for human I missed reading your poems for past couple of weeks when I was away on vacation. I note how many beautiful poems I missed. I will make up for the lapse. Thank you for your poems full of meaning.