An Unheard Voice # 3 Poem by mithilesh yadav

I was willing to study
Yes I was
I tried hard
Yes I did

But then these piles of tea glasses
Dancing in front of my eyes
Dancing with music of running water
Only part of day for me is quarter

A quarter to sleep
A quarter to read
A quarter to dream
And that only quarter to fulfill those dreams

With the first light of morning
My boss shouts to sweep the shop
Arrange those chairs
And burn the charcoal to start the day

Then the customers one after other
Shouts, scream and love sometimes
For there tea or some bread with butter
Several times I shiver and my dreams shatters

Yes I exist with all the pride of humanity
I still have dream to attain social dignity
I am unattended, uncounted and among those few stars which everyday l
Don't be guessing too long I am your chotu, hero responding at your whistles at every tea stalls