It is wind-up
could be a total pack up
could be for the good
as the entire brood
apprehensive of violence
move out of the disturbance
walk they for stretches
sail they in the barges
braving all odds
battle with the fraud
reach the shore
the border force roar
send them back to the sea
stranded they put forth a plea
days together they stay there
the conditions being bare
no food, no water, no shelter
yet they wait for the care
their plight so pathetic
expecting a move strategic
would they find a roof?
a question with a limitation.
Meenas Poems 