the little child learning to
beg on the steps of
Bandra Station nodded
her head mother is always
right as people passed
ahead some dropped a
few coins some simply
sidestepped such is life
sorrow of muslim beggars
uneducated unread
begging to earn their bread
the child her sick father
at home had to be fed
a future dark doomed
full of horror and dread
Ministerji tired hoisting
flags in the dirty Bandra
slums is dreaming of
winning the next elections
cavorting with hope on
his quilted comfy bed
the poor he has cheated
stealing their votes and bled
dance of delusional democracy
the common man almost dead
