A heavy jute bag
lifted mountains of sorrow
etched within his ribs
Slices of lifetime
hiccupped their way through his lips
bitterness gushing
Back bent itself curved
under years of misery
it rewrote its shape
He breathed in the skies
his breath the salt of horizons
burning through his lungs
Wrinkles carved within
his face a mausoleum
written by dark fate
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Thank you Derrick. It is about an old man I had seen some years ago in Dubai. He was working for an Emirati carrying around stones and cement. I never thought about writing about him earlier but recently the topic came up and I just had to write this poem.
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A sad poem well read
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Thank you Derrick. It is about an old man I had seen some years ago in Dubai. He was working for an Emirati carrying around stones and cement. I never thought about writing about him earlier but recently the topic came up and I just had to write this poem.
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I’m pleased you did
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