first sleep on the street (Excerpt from Street child Book)
First Sleep On A Street Bench
Two miles from
the boundary of Sango Otta city
beside the dusty street road
a brown bench for three
sitting there for decades
what stories it must know
how many people has it sheltered
I trudge my stomach sings
life is a rock hard and unyeilding
the dusk sun scorches like hell
I have been walking for awhile now
gasping for air feet heavy dragging
as my back bows
The bench beckons
I press my thin buttocks
on its ruddy face
relax my aching backbone
on its flat warm chest
while whispering to its ears
murmurs and strong sighs
the whistling winds
whirl around
tossing brown leaves in the air
playful tugs my clothes
musty scent smooching my nose
sweat lapping, drops down
from my forehead
I close my eyes, sigh softly.
I tune into other sounds
at dusk in Sango Otta
Stomping feet marching
the shouts of kids playing football
voices singing
chirp chirp of crickets calling
the judder judder of lorries up the road
hooting and honking in cacophony
my lullaby as I clutch the bench
I whisper good night keep me safe
as I make soft sighs enfold my sight
in blankness
till rooster exchange crows
©Iamteazhy
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