no hope
no shoes
simply
barefeet
a bottle
of water
nothing to
eat ..
her husband
has gone to
scrounge for
food in some
garbage bin
on some other
street ..
a cosmic fate
of migrants
that come to
mumbai to
eke a living
dreams in their
eyes a helpless
god they entreat
a few coins thrown
at their scarred feet
by the rich elite
little baby out of
a claustrophobic
mothers cramped
womb ..would love
to retreat from this
ungodly world devoid
of compassion .
poor maltreat
memories of unliving
bitter and sweet
each of them hopelessly
wonder about their future
a file time will swiftly delete
a newspaper a torn tattered rag
as their winding sheet ..
