Suji
Soft purified midlings,
Of the durum wheat,
Clinged on like hard glue,
Over her brown shrivelled hands,
As her skinny fingers serenaded,
To the harmony of smooth semolina grains,
And silky melted butter,
Joined by the loud cuckoo at the break of dawn,
Of the glossy blue black plumaged being,
The Koel bird perched majestically on the branch,
“Wake up darling, breakfast is getting cold”
Big brown eyes,
Peeked open then tightly shuts quickly,
“No, I don’t want to go",
"They’re going to make fun of
me again”
Just like that,
Her smile faded into the morning ether,
Will he ever know how much those words hurt?
Selling away her works of her hands,
To feed the empty stomachs,
Of her flesh and blood,
Salty tears flowed towards gravity over her red cheeks,
“I’m sorry to embarrass you my child”
Tiny meek voices whispered,
As the wheels cycled,
Across the peaceful neighbourhood,
With her bag of smooth round Suji
By Jessica John Poskođź’—
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