When the doubts are not cleared,
When the truth is not told,
When silence is kept as so dear,
Then the hatred starts to tear.
When the secrets are kept,
When the ill thoughts are nourished,
When sincerity exits out of heart,
Then the hatred begins to manifest.
The poor are docile to suffer in silence in a democracy. The religious and caste majority dictates and at times unlawful in democracy. The minority has no strength to stand up and fight.Democracy is unsuiatable for a caste or religion based society. The voice of this poet is the voice of the poor. Each of her poem vouchsafes this fact.
The plight of the poor is explained in rhyming lines. Hats off!
Having garbage collected in our body and soul, we are remnants of waste.Every stanza gives new images and ideas. The first two lines in the second stanza depict clearly the rational thoughts of the poetess.
Very good poem indeed!
We should be thrifty to give what we can to the homeless. This truth is brought out in a nice way. The social consciousness of the poetess is
beautifully delineated. The cars that carry none too disturb the sleep of the homeless. Wonderful poem on this title.