Boiling of blood in the burning sun
cooks the earnings for the three friends —
me, my Heart and my Soul.
Nevertheless, quite active we have been
and blissful too in spite of sweat- bathing
and inhuman fast breathing
for making passive the curse of scarcity,
well integrated we have been
with all sorts of co-operation, care and love
for disintegrating the black shadows of misfortunes
and united we have been
in expecting a golden hunger to be gifted
to us for enjoying the poor dish as a royal one.
Hence, we have been blessed to sit comfortably
surrounding a discoloured wooden dining table
with an ocean of hunger to float away
all the poor dishes in a blink of the eyes
with all the eagerness and satisfaction.
Me and my two friends feed one another, feel good
and sketch a blissful smile on our bright faces,
thankful to divinity and dignity of work
who bestow the suitable dishes for solicited hunger.
Slowly and silently our dreamful slumber appears,
invades each and every rooms of our entities
and all the pains and strains gained disappear,
replacing peace and comfort on a hard bed.
Heart and soul lie keeping me in the mid,
embracing me with their magical hands
and hand over me to the beautiful slumber
for rejuvenation and vitality.
Slowly I reach a dreamful world to knit
a tomorrow with more of work, hunger and slumber.
Lucky I am and grateful too to God
as I am ever accompanied by my two friends —
Heart and Soul in every walk of life – painful or gainful,
May God bestow everybody with such heart and soul.
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