Slum Poem by BHARTI CHANDWANI

They drench their dreams,
In the rain of poverty, disease and despair.
But their dreams drained,
In the sewage of political hypocrisy,
Vain snobbery and the covetous
Wealth gluttons around.

The people in ugly darkness,
Are no people at all
But pebbles whose sufferings are likely to be crushed under the savage stone hearted demons.
Who are the born sadist,
A pup moaning at the loss of its mother in the darkest hour of the day,
Can bestow them with a sound sleep.

People in the most fashionable glass cubicles these days,
Are the most barbaric.
They can rape.
They can kill.
Justice is now a placard of the rich only.
The Idle people on high positions of the ministry,
seek pleasure in the sincerest agonies of the people in Ugly darkness,
Like a herpetophobian enjoy,
Watching the trembling tail of an innocent lizard.

And the pity is,
There exist no remedy for this stinking sewage.
Poor will born to get crushed.

-life in slum.