The Anguishing Labourer
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I had to sleep again with my empty stomach,
You may have never felt the pain as much,
I have faced the ugliest of times,
But has always stayed strong amidst all crimes.
Today, walked for miles in search of bread,
I wish that if I could be dead,
These days are difficult,
And are way more critical.
I yearn to work,
But I cannot search for any and have to lurk.
I wonder how my daughter is,
I know that my love is not in bliss.
I wish to return to my home,
Much better than these aimless roam.
I dunno how long I have to suppress my hunger,
I desire for only bread which can make me a little stronger.
My body aches now,
It is clear that I will die anyhow.
At least take me back when I die,
I promise I will not utter a word not even to say goodbye.