Cropped lands replaced with concrete slabs
stomping on the chance of life,
cries over the dried sky and cracked earth
died in the drone of city life.
Red dust clung to his dhoti
migrating with him to the lush city
only to be swept away to the curb,
his feet traced the streets
soles and soul with holes,
inflicted with pain,
anger filled the hungry stomach
only to burn some more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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