Ramesh Iyengar

Freshman - 706 Points (15-03-1969 / Paramakudi)

The Junkwallah - Poem by Ramesh Iyengar

The Junkwallah

When sunlight scorches,
you see junk dealers cycling the streets
under a blazing Srivilliputtur sun.
(We have too many of them) .
An old bicycle, their prized possession.
He cries, calling women to sell him newspaper,
plastic, iron, bronze, copper, old clothes…
and anything under the sun.
His scales measure 10 kgs as 2 kgs.
His bicycle set to carry even Himalayas,
Either cash, guava, mangoes or sweet potatoes
you get for a sack of oldies.
(Your vessels, clothes, disused kitchen tools) .
The crude economics of recycling and profiting
(unknown to Adam Smith)
A thankful job for clearing our homes…..
- - S. Ramesh

Topic(s) of this poem: social comment

Form: Narrative

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  • Souren Mondal (11/15/2015 5:53:00 AM)

    A very well written poem Ramesh.. And your use of 'junkwallah' is great too.. Thank you for sharing.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 15, 2015

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