Heat and Sweat, and dust I know,
And Bricks and Bricks and Bricks,
Twenty years from now what will I have to show?
Just Bricks and Bricks and Bricks.

My wife with me, no shade in sight,
To people passing by, we don’t exist,
Clothes dirty, what do we care or know of right and wrong,
Just Bricks and Bricks and Bricks.

With the dying Sun comes rest at last,
I find me with my little infant, crying in the dust,
I am too tired to hear his cries,
Where is my God on whom I can trust?

We pass by like shadows, unseen and unfelt,
It used to hurt before, but now it only pricks,
By the end of the day, this is how we too feel,
Like Bricks and Bricks and Bricks.

About the Author

Karma Dendup

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Karma Dendup serves as a TV host and Producer, for the Bhutan Broadcasting Service, BBS, and holds a bachelor’s degree in Cinema. As he says: “While my work is primarily to produce documentaries, for the past 5 years I have been hosting and producing a monthly program on Buddhism, which has now grown into a weekly show called the Jangchub Shing, The Bodhi Tree. I love and respect all religions, but stand sane and alive because of the Buddha Dharma.” Other LEVEKUNST articles by the same author.