Sunday, 10 May 2015
Irritated. That’s exactly what he felt.
On every body. On every thing.
The property and it’s division. Oh! It has been such a painful task. All his brothers, wanted the best.The family orchard. How can they just rip it apart.
Water. It leaked. Constantly. From the tap. Near the courtyard.
How he wished if somebody could fix both.
Tiring. Was the whole day for him.
So were most of his days.
The blazing sun just makes it more difficult.
Water if somebody would offer. But who will, to a daily laborer.
Thank God! The tap. It leaked.
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