ANNIHILATED GYPSY

Normal or new normal, I know nothing,
What I known is my family, helpless, aching stomachs of them all by hunger.
Before the fatal lockdown for Covid-19 danger,
I was a wage labourer for bluffing,
In the Diamond city of India to bear life juncture.

I always brag to be prosperous on every tour to my village,
Where in past, I had to carry a bundle of woods for evening grains.
On my migration from village,
the city offered a hopeful glimpse of illuminating privileges.
But soon I realised all the attractions of city were just to look at, because venomous illiteracy had broken my backbone.
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