WHEN A CHILD CRIES

WHEN A CHILD CRIES

 

When children cry

I cry.

 

When a girl is raped
I laugh as a madman ,

 

when a clash is fought

among  imagined enemies

I howl in pain.

 

When a house is torched,
I become its ashes.

 

When a child cries

At dead of night ,
I shudder.

 

When I see the beggars

Lay coiled with dogs

I count my days.

 

When I see enlightened souls

Bargaining hard at potato shops

And smartly use cards to pay exact

And earn reward points more

I praise the market.

 

When I see the elders

Make a beeline before banks

Some standing alone

Others with their hired hands

I watch a silver lining.

 

When wrongs mound,
I stare at Sisyphus
and bitterly weep!

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Abu Siddik

It's all about the unsung , nameless men and women around us. I try to portray them through my tales. I praise their undying suffering and immaculate beauty. And their resilience to life's vicissitudes, oddities, and crudities I admire. They are my soulmates who inspire me to look beyond the visible, the known, the common facade of the educated and the intellectuals.

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