As I step
out of the house they mock at me
Though it
has become a routine affair every day , it doesn’t bother me anymore and I
laugh back at those baseless craps which
they blabber out without worrying about the future
Feeling the
morning sun on my skin , I walk along towards the bus stop like a soldier
marching ahead
It tires me
out every single day , but quitting
seems much more tiring
And finally
I reach , take my blue uniform out of my bag , put it one , get hold of my
ammunition and be fully prepared , to
sweep the floor making it as shiny as possible protecting myself from the
pinches of my past and assuring my kids
a good future
We never look at their profession do we? Lovely take!
ReplyDelete:) why belittle another profession? I feel proud for him!
ReplyDeleteA thoughtful story in five sentences.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post on Dignity of Labour!
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What an honour it is in doing one's work right - whatever work it is...a very good post, Sushree!
ReplyDeleteLovely take, Sushree. I might be a sweeper, but I want to be the best sweeper in the world ! What a message you've sent us !
ReplyDeleteBeautiful landing and terrific courageous tale..and even a more beautiful message hidden beneath...:)
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