Disdain figures… …
They are born
Like the moss of bacteria
Their foetus grows
Under the veil of cloth
They grow up
Amidst mucky ambiance
They eat
Uneatable or left-over foods
They sleep at their best
In a sheet of gunny bags
They play
With filthy toys
They collect rubbish
To earn their bread
They starve
To survive
They are derelict
By the society
For them---
There is no implementation of laws
Their cost of life
Is less than that of street dogs.
Composed by:
Saptarshi Dutt.
8/29/2008 4:54 PM
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)