In blue wrap around
In muddy fields,
She struggles with crops and grain
Heavy rain,
Few empty stomachs, dried eyes
Waiting for her to return
In the pain
Her sweat is washed away
Her sore throat is voiceless
This every day’s unquenchable thirst of her
Is driving life.
Give me a reason to live
He feels soaking up heat
Kissing the blazing sun
Dragging a cart, dancing with dust
Skin burnt and wrinkled
Waited long for the wind
To cool down
Through pores to the veins
Through skin to the bones
A desire for small shelter for him
Is driving life.
A rag picker boy
A day nightingale girl on streets
A candy seller kid in the fair, bus or train
The solitude in their lives
The need of belongings
The force of hunger
The burden on their shoulders
Is driving life.
'Soulful' 
Lovely! and you are back, Welcome!
Thanks a lot for liking 🙂
Always a pleasure
A thought-provoking poem with moving photos – thank you. ❤
thanks a lot for reading and liking 🙂
You’re welcome and my pleasure!
🙂
Woah lizzy awesome 😮 driving life <
Thanks for the like Sanx
Words are so real and touching! You are back with a rocking one! Images speak lot more and your words adding so much to these images!!
Thanks for your precious comment Karthick 🙂
The pictures are amazing!
🙂 thanks Marylin.. i hope u liked the words woven around the pics…
Diana, I am really thankful to you for sharing Soulful’s work in your Friday’s pick and thanks to the people who are drawn to ‘what is driving life’ … I am really glad. Thanks.
You’re very welcome. Keep up the beautiful stories in poetry!
🙂 yes. Thanks for the motivation!
stunning … thanks
Thanks.
This is stunning – Diana sent me.
thanks a lot 🙂
Thanks all for your time, love and motivation 🙂 m glad 🙂