A little Star in Clay-Maria Mukhtiar

Sobbing and working all the day,

I took back my hands from the clay,

looking at the setting sun, I wished a pray,

”may this sun never rise the next day”.

These were not mere bricks I made,

but my dreams buried in clay,

tired of master’s persecutions,

tightly grabbing my pay, I took my way.

I was the one to feed the family once a day

my eyes watched children busy in play

coming back from their tuitions of the day

a tear scrolled from my eye and my heart sank in dismay.

I thought to leave everything ,

but the rent of the house,

was yet to pay ,

so I kept moving on my way.

Maria Mukhtiar is pursuing her Hons in English Language and Linguistics from University of Sindh.

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