Poetry - Aheli Pramanik

A DIFFERENT SKY

A story of, much vexation Of the things prettily ignored The obsidian world being hidden From the sharp eyes, dealing with gourde. Scarcity of water, electricity And the list goes on Dirty small feet swayed through swamp, For putting a slice in their sinful mouth, Scratching through the littered spawn. In the world ruled by Netizens Here, are the unfortunates with no learning. The strive can hardly exist As a fulfilled meal is their only yearning. You complain about study rooms? And they spend nights like corpses A move within six yard costed hell That’s how dreams of those tiny emeralds, forges. Smells of dry fish and excreta flies above, Vapourising above their heads, A different sky witnesses this world Secluding from us as we tread.

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