Broken, by Suraj
When a house was made, can only be known when it is being broken.
That aunty, packing her household, getting ready to move, was saying, "My son got this made on his birthday. That wall, it is the residue and the result of the estrangement between my husband and his brother. This roof, it was made pucca when my son got his first salary."
Today, each house is retelling its making before it is broken.
That aunty, packing her household, getting ready to move, was saying, "My son got this made on his birthday. That wall, it is the residue and the result of the estrangement between my husband and his brother. This roof, it was made pucca when my son got his first salary."
Today, each house is retelling its making before it is broken.
Some people are unable to even say goodbye to their houses. Strong sunlight is slipping from their heds onto their faces, shining in their eyes. Life on the road outside is normal, as usual. Traffic is passing.
With wishes in their hearts, and tiredness in their bodies, feet are moving their feet towards their new, for now artificial, homes. When those homes will become dwellings, it is difficult to say.
Labourers break the homes, the dwellings, sweat flowing on their bodies. Whle breaking, they don't see the colour, the beuaty of the houses. Rather they say how little has been spent on making one house, and how much on the other.
Where who has come from won't be a question for the place which people go to now. Nor will there be questions like, who lived there before us, who will live there after us. These thoughts won't appear till they fashion that place through their own ways.
With wishes in their hearts, and tiredness in their bodies, feet are moving their feet towards their new, for now artificial, homes. When those homes will become dwellings, it is difficult to say.
Labourers break the homes, the dwellings, sweat flowing on their bodies. Whle breaking, they don't see the colour, the beuaty of the houses. Rather they say how little has been spent on making one house, and how much on the other.
Where who has come from won't be a question for the place which people go to now. Nor will there be questions like, who lived there before us, who will live there after us. These thoughts won't appear till they fashion that place through their own ways.
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