There is time for more

And time for less

Time for war

And time to seek refuge

Time to collect ration 

And time to starve

Problem is there is just no time

 

I didn't know if you 'll notice 

That kid on barefoot

And not the holes on his pants

But only speak of the books

Naked on his hands and say

He got a pencil on the other 

Coz you can't live without it

 

Inside that empty house

Lies a tattered mat 

Torn into half by the foreign soil

While rodents keep farming holes

On the empty sacks amidst lonely corner

The strong winds build threats

To pull off the unreplicable roof

 

She sat all alone

Head bowed between her hands

The unlit stove stare at her bluntly

The unwashed saucepan is thirsty

Yet the solo thatch glance innocently

Its onlt two weeks past

And yet another two stood infront

Till the next circle

 

Her kid sat down under a shade

With a red cup full of Uji

Distinct between engulfing all

Or keeping half for the next lesson

For there is another twenty four hours

Till the next cup of Uji

Yet another two weeks till the next food circle.