The Beautiful Rag Picker Poem by smriti chhibber

Long time ago
Day in day out
A beautiful rag picker
Came everyday to our house

"bibiji kurha" she recited
In the sweetest ever voice
Like sugar from sunshine
Made music from noise

Her body was slender
Her hands burned
As if the roar of the afternoon
Had left on her
Shadows from the sun

A black cloth always
Covered her fair face
Like the moon is hid
In the night's cloudy haze

Her eyes,
Unimaginably blue
Were the only beauty
to savor now
in front of which
even seven seas would bow

but,
the most beautiful creation
that god ever made
was left sulking
with the filthiest trash
ever laid

and that's the irony of the day