Its My Home, This Road! Poem by sreelekha premjit

dear aunty and uncle
let me first appreciate your sensitivity
your great sense of beauty,
for you cloak the dirt in transparent plastic
and then politely put it on the roadside
the roadside where you rarely walk
for when you go for a walk
carried in your 4 wheels
at a faraway beautiful park
I, sleep here
live here.
some I heard have been saying
I do a few other unacceptable things too
sorry about that
but tell me
if you can't keep your dirt in your house
why are you spoiling my home, my play ground, my party place
the only one I have
and you see, I share it with everyone else.