Her Endless Walk

With a heavy bundle on her head,

A half-starved child on her hip

Holding one on her free hand

Struggling and panting she walked.

The blazing heartless sun burning her

Her naked feet begged for some rest

Her hungry stomach rebelled, groaned

But still, she struggled and walked.

Some time, hours she waited in the line

Among the long and winding queue

To get a few packets of free food

Hardly enough, for her or the babies.

“Ma, why are we walking like this?”

Her son asked through the dirty mask

“Will we get good food in our village?

Will we really be happy living there?”

“I don’t know my son” she murmured

“We may starve there or die there

 But neighbors will be there, to help

Better than dying in this inhuman town

 Finally wrapped in a plastic bag my son”

They started walking again

In the burning hot sun, unsure of

A future, dark and dreadful, while

The town watched them on TV