Sons of the Soil

Bracing the thick fog 

Creeping in from all sides

Already the gasping City 

Flick in some trails here and there,

Dust soaked some, smoke blotted

Rest settles on their ragged clothes

Millions anchored on the pavements

Blind folded, till Day breaks!

Before Sun warms up, 

City standing on one leg

Hooters blare up

Like sandpipers, they hop away

Chores to eateries, mills, and quarries

Lured to countless sand holes

Looking for crumbs, a pittance though!!

Loads on head, a dream mountain

Nestling infant on the back

Day sweats and night shivers

Cogs spin the wheels of fortune

On their mounds, castles raised

But well is hidden from the desert

Oroboros swallowing it's own tail !!!

Fireflies can't see their lights

Struggle to emerge from the darkness

Smiles often melt on their lips

Eyes have forgotten ever shed tears

Like road studs, they relentlessly blinker

World may ignore; but not forever!