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
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Shut in Shut Out
by Harold Begbie
As I walked up an open road
That ran beside a river's brim,
I met a tramp in sorry rags
And pitied him.
I pitied not his sorry rags,
His shabby boots, his broken hat,
But his dull angry, frowning face,
I pitied that.
By him the skylark was not heard,
For him the river did not run,
I think he did not even feel
The morning sun.
A homeless man is hard to see,
But sadder far a man so hard
That from all beauty, kindness, love,
His soul is barred.
Shut in by sin and self, the soul
Is prisoned in a dungeon deep,
And there shut out from God and Man
Dies in a sleep.
It needs more than Laws and their Enforcements to bring about Social Justice.
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