Broken Glasses Poem by Roopa Menon

Drenched in the rage of rain
With an oversized shirt
And hairs uncombed for ages
Torn and tattered
Stands the tea-boy.
His innocent eyes filled
With long silent tears
That fall upon the broken glasses
And sink into the soil.
The master’s curses and foul words
Echoes through the wind
Ghost of fear looms
Scattered dreams and penniless footprints
Is all that awaits
As he walks back
The broken glasses are abandoned
Some day…. Time will wash them off
To a far away land
Where every mind is ignited and free
And every heart is filled with peace.