They lie on the roadside be it rain or sun,
and they work on the roadside too.
They desire a home - they have none,
be it the rain, storm or the loo.
Plastic sheets as roof, alongside the gutter,
unclean water, no food for days on end.
No one voices for them, none does utter
a word of kindness or pity - they have no friend.
Beaten by weather, living in a shack
sickness, misery keep company there.
It's God-forsaken and all it does is lack
humanity for the baby lying nude and bare.
Prasenjit©1997-2022
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