Sunday, July 21, 2013


The sun won’t set yet
Her arms won’t rest yet
She will wipe off that sweat off her brow with the dust soaked cloth
And strike again at the earth
For those for whom it shall not be enough
Dig and dig and dig and dig
Bring it out
And make more room
More more more
And when the sun sets
The exchange would be complete
A few notes of currency
Parted with cringingly
For all it was worth
A value has been fixed
She walks along
End of the day