Maligned and mouthed, a spirit so hurt-
Aspiring death from a moment's life,
Too torn and rattled to accept a survive.
People pine ; in the dusty space we build to live-
Society that snatch and thief-
A mother left by the road ,
Her child clutching to her breasts;
Hungry in heat, drenched to the skin
Not from the rain, but from the splash as the cars pass-
We watch, we trod and never show a heed-
Would we be the same had it been our kid?
Yards away on a cozy bed
Couples make love, screams and sigh ;
Never in the mind if the child asks why
They gave him a life in a world full of cry.
Arindam Roy Chowdhury
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