Micro Poetry Challenge 12 lines In My Country

In my country,
Swimmers against cross currents
At cross purposes, forever
Riders of the wild waves
Get taken at the tide.
Gulping ignominy' mouthful
Breathing shattered dreams
Emptied of expectation's foamy emotions.
Working for morsels dawn to dusk
And dreaming of beauty queens and tiaras.
Cutting Edge software notions
At nominal prices.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

In my country a small girl cooks
One half of a square meal, coughing over a wood fire.
Tummy protruding, she feeds it all
to her three siblings, sick mother and unemployed father.
Her tummy is too timid to rumble
And later she shares a piece of
broken bread with her mother.
Hunger croons to the moon, baby rocks in frail loving arms,
amazing child woman.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015