People of this town would once share the glory <br />of standing beside the million people who were in misery. <br /> <br />Afflicted people from the adjacent war ridden place <br />sought refuge here and got it with such a grace. <br /> <br />People of this town had once such a brave hearts <br />they felt pride in sharing belongings baring all ifs and buts. <br /> <br />People of this town then despite becoming very poor <br />had broad minds which would have widely open door. <br /> <br />People of this town would be such compassionate and kind <br />searching the globe perhaps such people you'd nowhere find. <br /> <br />They would share a plate of rice even in severe dearth of food <br />and in matters of sharing love and care they won't surely brood. <br /> <br />People of this town would surely not live with fear in their mind <br />and surely would have protested any act seemingly very unkind. <br /> <br />But people of this town now alas! have become very rich <br />else how the cry of poor from the street may not to them reach! <br /> <br />People of this town now do not feel at all any shame <br />when street hoodlums beat street infants in a mood of game. <br /> <br />People of this town now devour the sight of a child falling dead <br />and do not feel any sympathy for them who've just been preyed. <br /> <br />The people of this town are now selfish and until they are hurt <br />they like to act as deaf and dumb who have also lost their heart. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />[ This poem is based on a photograph of merciless beating of street children before public eye published in a local daily ] <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved.<br /><br />Palas Kumar Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/people-of-this-town/
