I Have To Keep Moving

With parched lips and a half-broken soul,

I tread towards my goal.

My bleeding feet…

Hiding behind my tattered clothes,

Carrying my hopes, I march on the road.

Beating the charring heat,

my little and asks me to.

When this road will end?

What should I say?

Endless it seems…going home is tiring,

Yet it gives me strength.

My half perished body needs some rest.

My heart says-keep marching ahead.

I ask where I belong?

I keep moving…

Hiding my broken breath behind the mask,

But you can’t see my tears even though my eyes aren’t covered.

I have to keep moving and tell my child, that the village is just a mile away.

Though we have crossed many miles since we left the city.