today with its burdens
(It takes a lot to churn with the world)
Being a woman
with my body I am cursed
being a man
with the lack and excess of reality
Morning has broken
last night's dead bodies
are still starving on the streets
Men, women and kids are hungry
There is still some night time left in this morning
With many others, I too should cry
for morning again has brought no relief
Morning has broken
bringing an end to many sleeps
an end to numbness of the mind
The hotels are getting cleaned
the roads are left dirty
there are blood stains all over the city
In the meat shop, an old song is playing
Morning has broken
like an old morning
Cat Stevens had his version
whose blackbird now is sick.
Shringi
June 29, 2011
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