The loo enters during summers,
The chill penetrates in the winters
The ceiling leaks during monsoons,
The mosquitoes sting like harpoons
Came to the city with many dreams
From the lands of plains, valleys & streams
Came to the city, to earn a living, with wishes
The mirage of untold, unforeseen riches
(The City) Pulled them into its greedy claws,
Hiding it’s own weaknesses, it’s flaws
What have they become here, now?
Forced to make their heads bow,
As a driver, sweeper or domestic help
Confined to their lowly class, like a slave’s whelp
Ridiculed, raped, beaten, manipulated
Was it in their fate, to be cheated?
Were they not happy, in their valleys, their farms?
What drove them to the city, in great swarms?
Will they ever go back, escape?
Or will the city life forever hold them agape?