He makes his way to all
Corners all hours
With the spotless desire
to fill his crying tummy,
Sea of sweat from the confines
of his soul drips off his face,
Careless, He wipes it away
in exhaustion,
And then he overlooks his
feeble bones, tissues and
muscles,
For fear of failing to lull
his crying tummy,
Afterwards
His legs, hungry for strength
takes him to his shelter,
When the sun casts it's
shadows on the sun,
he lay still on his bed, like the
mummies of Egypt waking
up to the beginning of a new
day's hard work.