I am so scared to close my nose, <br />as I may offend the deplorable souls, <br />An earthen pot filled with boiling rice, <br />comfortably sits in the middle of flies, <br />Everyone's waste is disposed here, <br />varieties of things in variant grade, <br />rotten, rotting and sale able plastics, <br />two human squat there to separate, <br />what other disposed, have some values, <br />when ever I walk by the dumpster, <br />at the sides of these main roads, <br />I try to walk faster, not to inhale, <br />the horrible smell of decaying garbage, <br />the other day I was forced to stop, <br />the traffic jam created by, <br />around ten rickshaws and a bullock cart, <br />I tried to take a deep breath, <br />and walk past as fast as I could, <br />Then I saw the bed that was laid, <br />between the dumpster and the wall, <br />just on the plank over the clogged ditch, <br />I was shocked, then I took off my hands, <br />from the nose and breathed the air, <br />that these poor people on the street inhale, <br />day and night and night and day. <br /> <br />How to change this country, <br />of over multimillion people, <br />half of them are dirt poor, <br />one tenth of them are the richest, <br />forty percent of them middle class, <br />How to change this country, <br />to have clean air for people to breathe? <br />How to change these countries, <br />to have clean water for people to drink? <br />How to change these continents, <br />to have ample work for the human, <br />to stand on their own feet? <br />Who is going to do it, <br />without being the mosquitoes, <br />that like to suck, <br />the blood of poor men? <br />who is going to do it, <br />without being the Shylock, <br />who wants not only a pound, <br />but also the body and the soul, <br />of the poor men of these continents? <br /> <br />I am scared to close my eyes, <br />as I may miss seeing all these lies.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scavenging-ravens/
