CRACKS
CRACKS
Sitting on our concrete bed,
Half-filling our stomachs with little morsels of bread,
Shivering due to chill in the air,
My sister lights up some distorted goods,
She boils some hot liquid in a cookware,
She lights up my mood,
By cracking a silly joke,
Just to see my smiling face,
And forget about the life which the mankind dreads,
We crack into a laughter together to fill up our cracks.