Plight
Move around here and there
So unkempt
Muddy countenance
Tufts of hair hanging
Around their faces uncombed
As if since birth
Move around cars
At the traffic signals
Trailing behind us in markets
Around houses
With a small dish in hands
For alms
Runny noses
Clothes are tattered
Muddy unwashed
As if ever since they wore
Live day in and day out
In tattered,weather worn tents
Or pipes near the places
They choose to beg
The men come home drunk
There's hardly any grub to eat
They try to snatch
What wives and children have
Build nothing
Buy nothing
Aimlessly live about
In utter filth
Carry on living like this
They multiply each year
Thinking the more the merrier
Do they never tire of this!
Do they not want to ape
The cleanliness around
Do they not want to improve?
Maybe not
They don't seem depressed & dejected
As we turn
Looking at them
They seem content like this
But leave us sad,morose & touched
Seeing their plight.
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