Sullied, barechested, barefeet
In the shade across the street
wuthering heatwaves, nah! they wont make him sick
as he sleeps peacefully on the pillow of a fly ash brick
People whine of heat as they pass him by
temperature reads 47 ,afternoons sultry and dry
people they pass him by, people unconcerned
he takes his nap, a nap that he earned.
Sun breathing fire, he breathes tranquility
peace and content,earned from drudgery
with hardships all around, what dreams can he see?
when he sleeps peacefully under a tree.
A complex of companies across the road
with airconditioned ambience of stress and workload
combined with montonous banality.
where an insomniac boss
often berates his employees.
