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Sonali Ray

Abstract Tragedy

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Sonali Ray

Abstract Tragedy

Scars

Scars

1 min
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Look at these hands, aren't they filthy?

Smeared in dust and dirt, dark and muddy.

The skin is worn, burnt and scratched,

Yet they serve me with a service, unmatched.

Yes, I work in a coal mine morning or night,

My day begins in darkness and ends in the dark night.


I hear only blasts, see fumes everywhere,

I breathe the dynamite smoke that makes my life haywire.

My family pines for my visits, my kids yearn for my embrace,

But I am occupied at the mines, quarrying caves after caves.

This is my dark story and it yearns for some light,

I know it doesn't bother you but ponder a little on my plight.

I break mountains to satisfy you with the gleaming crystal,

You enjoy every luxury as I struggle on chewing my life's gristle.


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