An Indian Boy Ii

An Indian Boy II ----------------------------- That another Indian boy, little boy, Oh! In rags, unwashed, walking barefoot those roadside footpaths. Call the Indian scientist sinners And proud profane politicians And show them the scene… Is waiting silently outside the busy shops, Carrying a soiled sack, And quickly collecting the trash, The kind shopkeepers throw out at him. “I would help him by a note but He would become a beggar. I would rub with my hands his head, Kiss his little hands, or would hug, But, it would make him a lovesick—I felt fear.” I have an idea after a solemn assessment, To end this menace, this war weapons race: “Let all the countries have a Common Defense Center.” And if any Iraq ever tries to occupy any Quait, Shall meet a necessary catastrophe! And its officers like the keepers of hell— Just faceless—callous and impartial, Shall order Israel to leave Palestine; And tell India, Pak, China to leave Jammu Kashmir And that in a week’s time And they all shall comply with—humbly. Sick Russia won’t eye at its tiny neighbors And great U.S.A will feel a lot freed of Its huge duties and responsibility. And then economy shall grow and unemployment shall go, Borders will shrink and diminish down, Poverty will be past and progress will be fast And, prosperity will prevail In there the forests and there down the vale.