Caravan

May this be called as 'caravan' *or convoy
May it be joy ride or real life journey?
The move is constant from one place to another
To settle the life on green fields or find shelter

Where life is difficult to pull on
Where everything is in scarce or unknown
Life has to be pulled on endlessly
The struggle should carry on to live happily

Whole life has gone in to moving
Yet the worth of it is not proving
Education is less and so the sources
Weather is cruel and so imposes

Children and women folks are our liability
But they are our strength utility
They take care of animal stock
We proudly watch them and walk

We are happy lot to find world
World on wheels with many varieties and fold
Different languages with different dialects
Emotions, pains and agony to witness with acts

Our whole life is on wheel
Constant move with strong will
Life is hard with meager means
Yet our hopes are not pinned

Green our is our savior plate
We rest on her and relate
Our sufferings, bravery and joy
Life is entirely different to watch and enjoy

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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