THE SACRIFICE OF ONE GENERATION

Before I type this poem, I need to tell why I wrote this. The other day I was at work and saw a boy who hardly must be 18. From his face I could make out he had come from the north, that is a several hundred miles just to work here. I could see the pain and tiredness in his face but still this boy wonder smiled wide every time he was given a task by his employer. I am sure he was earning not more than a few thousands ( very low even by Indian standards), but made me wonder how useful it would be to his folks back home.

They travel a hundred miles or maybe more
In search of a job rather furore.
You blame them not in case they rot
In a hometown, which seldom taught.

Is it why they travel a hundred miles?
Or is it to give their family a reason to smile?
We do not know if it's peace they find,
But all we know is they are forced into a bind.

The happiness of the job is not their priority
Its more about the smallest currency.
Brothers and sisters now bond with history
With future uncertain, their life is a mystery.

It makes you wonder why they travel a hundred miles,
Maybe because they dream their children living in style.
If only it could make life a fruitful garden,
Their life would be purposeful, though trodden.

Some go a hundred and some even more
Hoping that tomorrow, life would soar.
Its about THE SACRIFICE OF this ONE GENERATION
That would make life easier for their entire population.

MY GIRL

I waited till the day turned dusk and back again
And so on I let it happen again and again.
I didn't know what I wanted, but knew I could find her
and dreamed of the times, that would keep us together.

There are a million in this globe,
which I am sure is a mere under statement.
How am I to know which among that is her?
At least when there are several who could possibly be just her.

Is this what every guy suffers from?
What would you cal this fever?
Some call it desperation, But I just think it's cooler.
Maybe, because it ain't as easy to get one for a prom.

Last night when I was drunk, I saw her fly around.
Happiness made me jump, only to see none were bound.
I wanted to shout- "Hey I saw her, she was the one"
But rather preferred- "why is the rum always gone?"

So she comes in my dreams alone,
Masked by her face, which is all is known.
Thin or fat I don't remember,
Maybe because before I catch that
Mom is here with her own racket.

But, not one day is gone when I dont run behind her clone
Hoping she may be the one- but why the hell are there more clones?
Confused I am, which is not because of her,
but rather wondering, who would be MY GIRL!


Aj

Token

Q2JN3V6F2DZZ