Garbage Cleaners Of Mumbai. - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
6 O Clock,
The Sun is yet to peak,
Through the haze of hearts and minds.
I saw you on the fast lane of the road,
Dragging a plastic bin,
With black polymer bags,
Clad in bright yellow orange,
The sun just walked past right below by window.
It never went to America
It was always there with you
Refusing to die
Refusing to set
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