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





