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Vol-7
I know how exactly
a struggle
looks like..
Squeezed cheeks
big popping eyes
empty stomachs
shrieked bones
pale skin,
heart aches inside.
They live in the place
where there is
no space,
no room,
no shelter,
but the ground of battlefield
and every single day
they are fighting off
the wars.
Tears brimming
in their big eyes
shaking legs
still stand
with open wide
mind
still carrying so many dreams
in their upside down world
to thrive.
And waking up the
next morning
with the same routine,
same hope,
same heart aches.
I wonder sometimes,
did I struggle exactly
how they spend
their nights?
Harsukh Kaur
Struggle