These streets are filled with pungent air, <br />The narrow side lanes are always sprinkled, <br />A few pinch their noses to retract, <br />A few walk straight with no hesitate. <br /> <br />These towns are filled with places of worship, <br />The Gods have already vacated to the better place, <br />The bells and prayers are regularly heard, <br />The cries of the deprived just ignored. <br /> <br />These states are filled with crooks and innocents, <br />Hills of money minted and dispersed, <br />The sticky fingers think of the old notes, <br />What once available not any more. <br /> <br />These countries have the ministers and parliaments, <br />These countries have the institutions to educate, <br />The Educated and the uneducated are the same, thoughtless paupers, <br />They are in their own small circle, unaware of the people’s power.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/many-places-in-the-world/
