Bread

by Aparna Chatterjee



In these cold Dreary winters You don’t feel like Getting out of bed But you know That you have to If you want to Earn your own Bread. So you rise up And go to work. Your lethargy… You shed! Lest the dread of Becoming a jobless Homeless starts Plaguing your Head!

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Comments on this Poem

Very true !! Bread activates us - strange but true.
Nice one !

Bharat Mehru
27-Jan-2013 11:28 AM

Aparnaji, Go ahead!

Kulbir
27-Jan-2013 11:08 AM