Every street is my Shelter
B Suchitra Sharma *
I was born a few years ago.
Not many years have passed by, being on earth.
Neither do I know how I was born.
Nor if it made my mother happy.
Sometimes, I feel I am a burden to her.
Every street is my home since I was born.
I sleep in the corners and on the hard cement bed.
The more you waste the food, the more I feel blessed for my hunger.
I don’t have to wash my clothes like you.
My pockets are torn, but I want to fill up them.
Like you, I don’t have to worry for home work in school.
I don’t have to carry those heavy bag behind my back.
Yet, it is a test for me every single day, that I have to pass.
I carry my life in my hand.
And I travel every day, on every corners of the streets.
My destination is unknown.
Every honk of a car is lyrics to me.
* Poem written by B Suchitra Sharma for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on December 14 2016.
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