Migrants, Outcasts and Queers

The vacant can wind words, pour metal despite the calm array they despair
A piercing jab thrown off balance, off any parallel to shuffle a mane
Yet be empty of any ruin to classify their pain, the emotions pawned due to weight

They are among the ones who seek, weeks after wreck, shelter in the world
To seethe a promise, to undo their angst
While the dents and faults decay the bones, their arms – shells, long gone.

For them, to retrieve from the schism born of animosity, hope and clarity
They declare their burden derelict and undone in the breech of confidence
When vagrant pity bleeds numb cities and people bury their loved ones.

© Prateek Joshi and WordPress, 2017-2018


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