We live in a space of 10 by 10,
All the luxury we have to shun,
To make our life little fun,
In the paradise of our city slum,
all our daily chores will be done;
We are a family of three,
Staying in this shack not for free,
Paying every month thousands of three,
We are afraid to pray almighty,
As we live under slum lord’s mercy;
We get no water to bath or drink,
What we get near the street do stink,
Drinking which often we fall sick,
Water insufficient to take daily bath,
During the day we face the people’s wrath;
My shack is sheltered by a sky scrapper,
Like a butterfly bush under the banyan tree,
Poud we are with affluent rich neighbors,
Who neither speak nor know us any better,
We enjoy when they celebrate change in weather;
At times there is nothing to eat or wear;
On full or new moon, kindness they shower,
Like occasional rains during summer,
With those charities we celebrate new year;
We bow and wait, out they went whenever,
Dignity is a word we heard never;
With topless skinny torso under the sun,
Watching those rich children having fun,
Every evening when he comes
dazed and debased my son,
Asking me why do they shun?
Identifying us as the dwellers of slum
Abuse is daily affair; we have to face in ton,
Why this pungency from my own country men?
God! We made no sin, to live in this slum,
We are your children, and we love everyone,
Allow us to live and have fun;
Allow us to live and have fun;
Vidyadhar, Very sad Poems, I hope all will change on the best... Thanks for sharing... Kindest regards, Tsira
A powerful affirmation of life in the midst of adversity.Excellent write. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra
, well sketched, plight of slum dwellers unfolds like watching a movie- deeply touching, simple, excellent flow- yes God's own children, they deserve an answer.
your words project a stong picture with high visual content to let us all see another side of life. well done 10
execellent, your poem has a lucid flow, its as though we are witnessing this stark reality right in from of our eyes
Brilliant work, right way to express feelings of slum dwellers, they need no sympathy but assistance, who is willing for it? a question mark to society, good work
That's again a beautiful poem so clearly depicting the life in slums. Yes, why do people look down up on the poor is difficult to understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
time erases pain and with richness endows.......trudge on toil non stop undisheartened...things will change