Hardships for Slavery

a poem by Peeran S L

We scamble for money in dustbins
Walk miles and miles for drinking water
Our tears have dried up, eyes sore
Cheerful smile is now turned to frown

Trails of living adds to the soul’s burden
Cudgels of slavery by an unseen hand
O Master show us thy effulgence
Like burning sun, quell soul’s desires.