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.