Beneath the child's laugh (Ten days of March dayIV)

Anthony Ikechukwu Chielo a.k.a TheOwl. I am a poet, Writer and a singer. I do bit of sewing too. I am a participant of the March/April Cohort of The Creative Youth Bootcamp Of Street Project Foundation.

Beneath That Child's Laugh

How Silent were the sun's smiles
On days of crippled dreams
Our bowls looked Sad from starvation
We, sadder for being human.

How gloomy were the moon's gaping eyes
On cricketing nights
and tickling mosquitoes bites.
Beneath bridges, our tiny littles heads
Begged for beds. Time.

Beneath that child's laugh
Are Crude dreams and broken hopes.
The itch to feed or be feed.
Behind those giggles,
Lay shards of emptiness and lust
A lust for love

Each morning,
The burden to survive tugs.
Each morning,
The cravings to munch the carcass of misery allures our lucid bellies
It is either a yes or no.
Grey was cowardice.


We are the shards of a broken present
Caged by the restraints of hunger
A sheer craving to live, just to live.
Herded with the canes of anger and thirst
Our spirits longed for rest.

Beneath that child's laugh,
Our lonely laugh,
Is a want for agape. Sincere or not.
To rest on the towels of happiness
To live and breathe
Not just to survive. All trances.
Each morning is a dawn
We never dream of.

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