The scorching sun shone upon the footpath
Barbecued the innocent souls in its wrath
A young mother scrunched up her eyes
To catch her share of 40winks
The hard concrete was a guise
Of a bed of roses that was a mere hoodwink
The rays torrefied her wiry body
Her shadow crushed under her spirit
Her juvenile boy sat by her side
Watching his mother nap and the afternoon slide
The vehicles whizzed past on the dusty roads
A cloud of ashen dust settling aboard
For a world that lay behind the nebulous clinker
A speck of life that never lingered
The lad looked for a place to play
The world he saw was vile and hazy
A fragile lad, couldn’t vanish into the ash for he was a daisy
He wanted to saunter around his mother
A planet around the sun
His legs shacked to the ends of her cloth
For a world that his existence couldn’t be a bother
Her siesta couldn’t afford them even broth
Shackled to her love, her child,
Stared at her, settling for something mild.
For after all love that is chained
Could be better than an emotion feigned
To the rim lay their lives
Intertwined with dollops of warmth like the gentle flame
That roasted their souls in its warm embrace.
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