Blisters

The efforts toppled with the blisters on 

The hands difficultly convey and manage

To set my family marginal needs

As closer to affordable as possible

Every day, on the path to work, I 

Wonder how to earn more money, 

It may sound that I’m being greedy

But, when you solely bring the bread

You have to figure out the priorities

Of others, way ahead of yours

It’s not the time to think of luxury

What matters is the survival

I pick up another job, I pick up

A new uniform to wear though unhappy

The days and nights, my body requests

For a few more hours of rest

My body does shout every now and then, 

“I am reaching my limits”

But what about my family, my kins

What about responsibilities towards them?

Debts, mortgages, bills, and loans

All are my sources of worries;

The stress that keeps my nerves

On the verge of cracking out

But the need to survive pushes my ends

I believe, there is no horizon to the

Thresholds a body can endure

One day, I have the knowledge I will 

Succumb and zizz off in a coma whereby

My head will lie peacefully, so peacefully

That the bites of maggots feeding on me

In my tomb, would neither horrify

Nor disturb my eternal rest