Hard Life Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

It is indeed a had life, a tougher one to dispense with,
Dispose off and to deal out,
To clean the latrine tanks,
Holed in and deep,
Soak pits and sanitary chambers.

How to clean the mud and dirt,
The latrine manually,
Yellow latrine floating on
Into blackly, dirty mud waters.

Opening the slab,
What does one locate in,
The latest deliveries floating on,
Waters dirty and blackly,
Giving out a bad smell?

But think of those,
Working half-deep into the pit,
So much with difficulty,
Emptying with the bucket
The dirt.

Think of it
That they are getting ready to work,
As have to drink for it
And have to sprinkle kerosene and phenyl oil
In order to diminish the smell.

They too are men
Working under intoxication, under their drunkenness,
Trying to bear with
And as thus goes it the ugly tale of human life.

For this stomach, the hunger of the belly,
Just for a livelihood,
They handling the things,
Sewerage waters, dirt and night soil.

Drains and pits,
To get into and to clean their routine work,
Life-style
And what more to say?