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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