He moves
hungry
amidst the trash;
dragging his torn bag
collecting
the days finds
and unravels
A crumpled paper
amidst
plastic mayhem.
Killers from jail
emerging out
for parties;
Politicians
threatening
opposition with
footwear,
while some others
rush down and slap.
Murderers on film
demanding
special food
in jail.
All confident
about another term,
another boss,
another vote,
another pat,
on the same back.
He crumples it
into a ball,
kicks it,
swatting it
with his bag....
imagining it
to be his life,
slumming
thru pointless school
and pointed threats.
He strays.
Those crooks have
what he wants.
The rest don't keep promises.
Only unaccounted assets....
Mera Bharat Mahan ?**
**** Hindi for "Where is my India ?"
** My great India !
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