A cup of tea.. Apu Mondal

For a man working in the Sun
In a city under construction
A break, with a fuming cup of tea
In hand and dreams, he can see
Thoughts on a home he built
Back in the village, brings guilt
Now among bricks and sand
He tries to stay firm on land
A sick mother, a disabled child
A wife working, gone wild
Noon as usual brings a halt
But it's only like a pinch of salt
The childhood friends, games
Are distant memories of gems.

Copyright: Apu Mondal@2020.c.r.