CRACKS

Sitting on our concrete bed,

Half-filling our stomachs with little morsels of bread,

Shivering due to chill in the air,

My sister lights up some distorted goods,

She boils some hot liquid in a cookware,

She lights up my mood,

By cracking a silly joke,

Just to see my smiling face,

And forget about the life which the mankind dreads,

We crack into a laughter together to fill up our cracks.