A Spectacle In The Twin Cities Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

In front of the Savours
Was placed a trash container
By the municipality,
The people came and went back
After having delicious meals
And some carried the shopping bags,
Well-packed packages of biryani,
Hustle bustle at the place revealed
We are a nation
As if born only to eat zesty meals
And have nothing worth-valuing to do
But fill the gluttonous belly
There across around the trash container,
Gathered well costumed women
And well-dressed children of the vicinity,
With wrapper and shopping bags
They were busy in sorting out
The remains of rice and half eaten bones
Of chicken legs and wings,
It was abominable to see them
Collecting the contents for their lunch,
Out of trash-container of the municipality,
They had pleasing appearances which meant,
They just had fallen below the poverty-line.

I don't narrate the aftermath
Or post-war conditions of the world war 1st or 2nd
Or consequence of the war fought against terrorism,
Or a state of far flung slums of the country
But a spectacle in the twin cities,
Of a street quite adjacent to the Murree Road,
Where a road over a road is being constructed,
With the cost of forty and five billions.