Bruised Fingernails And Wounded Shoulders

By Nandita Bondre

Bruised fingernails and wounded shoulders

Trying to find their missing folders.

Always juggling through life thinking they’ll get surprises,

All they always got was routine full of crises.

Hearts always wanted to explore,

But life so ironic, brains said not to lose more.

Their faces somehow hid their pain,

Even when their efforts always went in vain.

Bruised fingernails and wounded shoulders,

Sadly were the unsung soldiers.

For them life was always proved a misery,

But their kind hearts always painted their life glittery.

By Nandita Bondre