Kolkata

He's sweating on his rooftop.
Sweating's good. It magnifies
The breeze which drifts across
The sizzling buildings as the sun
Begins to set. Below, there's no
One on the street. They've all
Been ordered not to work, to stay
Inside, and, if they don't, a cop
Will poke them in the ribs. It
Wasn't difficult to take a break
From selling tourists trinkets,
But he's hungry. Learning not
To eat is proving hard.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-07 at 15:43

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