When the red hot Sun rises in the cold horizon !
Unarmed pierced unfrozen valleys!
The Twilight seeming beautiful!
A roar of thunder in the evening sky gathering and spreading everywhere some dark clouds.....
Their old crown looking lay in the head with Ecstasy !
Their ironed stuffed dress remains proud, pride !
But their luggages scrolled around..... grimmed their are homeless......
When the flood came they were forced to reach here ....
When an epidemic came they were forced to reach here....
But why not in the draught ? as a part of escaping , under a shelter
Why not in the starvation ? as a part of demanding some food to solace that quench!
Why not in the struggles ? to concord with it as a part a disaster
Why not in the pain ? to be in consummate with tiring and culminate circumstance !
Where is their land of rest when they are alive ? Other than death !
Where is their land of peace when they will die ? If there didn't exist peace in life aiming whether even it can be achieved after death :
Be in a home, Be with a home is a harder concept !considering it merely as shelter
To those poor, unfortunates....
A mild temper, unalarmed temperature to create a devour !
An earnest endeavour...... to make or built a home-
for escaping from rain, cold, Sunshine, people, thieves , attackers
To walk through hatred, Jeleousy, devastedness....!
A creative split in performance ranging !
Sometimes miles in between !
To these epochs ! crunches ! unanswerable questions....
Their bowed heads....scepticisms... semantic silence
Their shelter which may or may not have doors and windows...
Even the rust in it is unquestionable......
Food framed out of protecting the life energy to glow !
It is not envisaged in fabrication .... enrichness.....!
Sometimes rawness of food is fated to remove hunger....!
unquestionable food....unquestionable rights.....
Unanswered wishes.... unnoted visions....!
unwanted...