Social Justice Poetry

Devoid of Dreams | A Social Justice Poem by Ananya S. Guha

In India the heat is a stutter
and out there they are hacking stones to build a quarry of dreams.
Glisten, let bodies glisten, let the sun rupture these bodies, they
have no clothes,
let the stone cutters listen to the voices who pay them for eating,
drinking and dying in their sleep devoid of dreams.

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