in which his last remains
they will hurriedly pack
take him to the dumping site
burn it as a stack as the fires
envelop it his body turns
black covered with soot
dreams of sweet smack
he is now happy that as a
ragpicker never will he ever
come back..he never wanted
in his bank account the 15 lacs
he will miss meow meow brown
sugar and the smell of crack
his clothes wont be auctioned
nor his sack..no fear of any
religious whiplash his job
no one can ever hijack
will there be garbage in
hell or heaven he wonders
a glint of a smile he holds back
god who created the greatest
garbage humanity has finally
called him back ..curry roads
ragpicker bent hunchback
