New Year - Poem by GOBINDA SAHOO
The stinking rubbish on roadside,
From it, empty bottles, half-burnt cigarette butt,
Polythene bags with half eaten naan,
Bones and crushed aluminum foils of
Roasted chicken, sausage and hot dog
Witnessing dogs and crows fight
For a piece of bone.
Alongside a poor, meek girl
In knickers and a top surveys keenly.
Her ebony hands and shins
As if lead as they shine,
Cheeks with fresh blotches of mucous
And knees with some fresh pricks
Collecting from garbage
Pair of different flip-flops
With no thong.
In her left hand a half-eaten
With a half blown sticky used latex condom
In right, a can of pepsi she peeps
For hope of some drops
With one eye closed,
Her nose could sense
The hard smell of liquor
And sour stale salapi
The last night's cocktail
Of the midnight.
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