flowing clouds envelope like a gown.
Unlike people of a very big city
there are simpletons - not so witty.
They work in heat, cold or shower -
Using their physique and mental power.
They have scars, ache and burns
in lieu of some daily meagre earns.
The rows of shady trees of the palm
is their bed, their coolness like a balm.
Gathering full vigour as the day set -
A new day, renewed hope, one can bet.
Prasenjit©2022
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