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| Photo Credit: Ram Ranjan Prasad |
There is a place in my city,
Far away from the house I live in.
Frail huts and foul smell you’ll find there,
And hundred heads to shelter in.
Little space they have,
Some food and less water to suffice
Not a pinch of luxury around,
Just few stuffs, lost and found.
With filth and fouls everywhere,
And garbage banks on either side,
Theirs is a miserable plight,
All beyond my imaginations.
Often I have been there,
But hardly gave them a gentle look.
Hundred pair of eyes there were,
Each with a gloomy smile.
But even in all adversities,
They are ready to share all they own.
And I with lot more than required,
Am selfish to give them a part of mine.
She has done her graduation from Patna Women's College and presently she is pursuing her Masters degree in English from Patna University. She has a keen interest in writing.
