Thursday, June 25, 2009

Behrampada Weeps

the monsoons lashing the soul
on roads , pavements street corners they sleep
homeless hopeless as the night creeps
on the soul of humanity
behrampada weeps
promises that politicians
perhaps might not keep
houses as debris
on garbage heaps
from under a tattered newspaper
as bed sheet
a little child peeps
fate from the fire
into the frying pan leaps

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