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The paper collector

The paper collector

The Raddhiwala

They call him

———————-

Paper

Metal

Cartons

Plastic

Not glass

It has no value

———————

Furniture

At rock bottom prices

To be resold

——————-

Cartons

Ordinary

Stamped out

Flattened

Bought at paper rates

—————-

The sturdy ones

Like the refrigerator

Cartons

He pays a bit

They are reused

———————-

Washing machine

Only hundred

The weight

It’s worthless

Laptop

Stone

Fridge

————-

TV

Mixer

All worth

It’s weight

Worth

In metal

————-

Most of them

They’re dead

——————-

But sometimes

They’re gold

————

His mechanic

He charges

Two hundred

But only if

The thing

Comes back to life

————

Sometimes the buttons

They light up

Two hundred

To pay

——————

He’s hit the jackpot

He’ll sell it

For a tidy sum

Paying the mechanic

He doesn’t mind

At all

—————

Then

The books

The magazines

He doesn’t know

How to read

He spreads them out

On the front

Of his store

——————

They come

The children

The youth

The old

He haggles a bit

He lets them go

——————

They are

His best customers

Those who don’t bother

Checking the

Scales

Or negotiating

The rates

——————

He’s not swindling

It’s upto them

To check

—————-

The papers bundled

In a jiffy

Hauled to the auto

To his tiny shop

He’s done

—————-

He’s rigged up

The scales

But everybody

Does

He won’t make money

If he doesn’t

He can’t then pay

As much

As the others do

—————-

They check

They insist

On starting

With zero

They tell him

—————-

He’s trying to cheat

The haggling

The talk

The posturing

It’s all part of the game

——————

The young

They don’t bother much

He gives them

A decent rate

And he’s off

—————

The old

It’s another matter

The fight

For every rupee

They want more

Than the rate he quotes

—————-

They peer

With their spectacles

At the number

On the scales

It’s one they exclaim

You’re cheating

Correct it

To zero

———————-

Sorry he says

You are welcome

To check

He answers

They feel good

They think

They’ve caught him

They don’t know

He’s rigged them

The scales

Even more

——————-

The five kilos

After the adjustment

Is six

—————-

They bring their own

Weighing machines

No he says

Your’s are not

Accurate

—————-

He’s not cheating

He earns an honest living

Going up and down the stairs

Lugging the newspapers

To his tiny shop

—————-

The ragpickers

Theve stopped now

The garbage

It’s all recycled

Or taken away

By the government

—————

Every evening they come

They’re rates are fixed

They have their own weighing machine

They segregate

Weigh

Pay

And they’re gone

He’s earned his living

For the day

——————

He’s part of

The recycling process

He’s proud

Of what he does

He’s just

Trying to survive

The same as the other

Paper collectors

——————-

A honest living

By the sweat

Of his brow

—————-

He’s saving

——————

His dream

One day

He’ll own

A grocery store

——————-

No haggling

No cheating

Honest business

—————-

He’ll make a good living

His conscience clean

—————-

Hie weighing scales

Will then

Not be rigged

He will not be called

The Raddhiwala

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The bright side

Always look at

The bright side

They say

You’ll be happy

——————-

I don’t look

At those

People

Lying on

The foothpath

They’re

The dark side

—————

I don’t look

At the shanties

That line the road

They’re

The dark side

——————

I don’t look

At that man

Beating his wife

On the street

Not my business

It’s between

Man and wife

They’re on

The dark side

—————

I don’t look

At the children

On the street

Their hair matted

Snot on their nose

Begging

They’ve been forced

None of my business

They’re on

The dark side

—————-

I don’t look

At the drunk

Lying in a corner

Fast asleep

Or dead

He deserves it

He’s on

The dark side

——————

I don’t look

At that old man

Flies hovering about

Can I call

The Missionaries

Of charity

I could

But I don’t

He’s on

The dark side

—————-

I don’t look

They’re beating up

That guy

He molested

That girl

They say

He deserves it

The vigilante

They might

Beat him

To death

I don’t intervene

They’re on

The dark side

——————-

I don’t look

The accident

The blood and gore

I see it

I walk on

Some good soul

Will take him

To Hospital

I walk on

He’s on the

Dark side

——————

I don’t look

That transvestite

Begging

Why doesn’t he

Take up a job

He’s on the

Dark side

——————-

I don’t look

Those wrongs

Anywhere

They aren’t ours

They’re on

The dark side

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Party

Smile

Dance

Sing

Drink

Work

Earn

Tend to the sick

In your family

Visit your friends

In hospital

Contribute

To the church

To the NGOs

All is well

——————

Don’t poke your nose

In other people’s business

Don’t intrude

Don’t criticise

Don’t spoil

The atmosphere

You’re decent

A good Catholic

Be on the bright side

———————

Look at the good things

God has blessed you

Your kids are good

A good school

They’re healthy

You’re wealthy

You have cars

A maid

A big house

A big TV

A loving family

Friends

——————-

Count your blessings

Look at the bright side

Just don’t glance

At the dark side

——————-

You’ll be happy

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Sometimes I wonder

They wonder what I do

Sometimes I wonder too

I teach

I read

I write

I feed

The day

It begins anew

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I am me

Atleast I want to be

Senstive but bold

Not to hurt

But say boldly

What i want to say

This

Is my chance…..

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He makes you laugh

The comedian
He spends his whole day
Scanning the newspapers
Watching TV
Racking his brain
For ideas
The jokes
They have to be fresh
And relevant
To hit the nail
On the head
Stale ones 
And they will boo
Too highbrowed
They don’t get it
They’ve got to be
Cooked
Just right
His wife
She thinks 
He loiters 
All day
A lazy bone
Spending his time
On newspapers
And TV
She doesn’t mind
If he jokes about her
Atleast
He has
Her
On his mind
But when it comes
To in laws
That’s crossing 
The limit
He’s been at it
The whole week
Just no
Happenings 
To talk about
He can’t get into 
Politics
The people now
They are divided
His safest bet
Is impersonation
Of the famous
But that too
Can get stale
He  has to find
New dialogues 
New people
To imitate
That can go on
For five minutes
He has an hour to do
Seventy percent repeat
Thirty new
Is his formula
So if a patron
Comes again
Next week
He will have
Something
To laugh about
He thinks 
Of situations
Selves into himself
From deep inside
He pulls out
That wedding
Where the groom
Drunk
Fell off
The horse
The bride
She said
She preferred
The horse
It wasn’t 
Drunk 
The newspaper report
About the poor
Beggar
Who died rich
Stoving his stash
Under the matress
The rich guy
Who died poor 
Of a heart attack
When the police
Found his stash 
Under the matress
The parents 
Who left their
Child
Standing outside school
Waiting
Thinking
The other one
Had picked them up
The Demonetisation
It’s a dead horse
The CAA
He fells about strongly
He voiced his opinion too
But the people
They are divided
He has
To be careful 
To know
Where to
Draw
The line
Anything political 
Is dangerous
In this democracy
Internet services
Have been withdrawn
A state shut down
For half a year
The holy cow
Is a delicate topic
Not to be spoken about 
He’s anti CAA
But he speaks in public
He may even be
Put in prison
For inciting people
Voicing anti state opinions 
He is after all
A public speaker
Still he’ll try
To do his bit
By being subtle
Sandwiching his message
Within his jokes
A tough job this
Being 
A standup comedian
In modern times
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A little less than average

My child
He isn’t retarded
He isn’t dyslexic
He isn’t a slow learner
He has no ADHD
No labels
For him
———
He is good at math
When I teach him
But in his exams 
he makes mistakes
He’s spelling are 
Not bad
When he spells them
For me
———-
But when written
Many of them
Incorrect
He does mix
His B’s and D’s
Shouldn’t happen 
Beyond six
But
He is 
Past eight
———–
His handwriting 
Is really bad
He writes 
Too fast
———–
His grip is wrong 
His paragraph writing
And essays
Humorous
But way
Off the mark
————
In his paragraph
On a birthday party
He writes
His mother is
Sleeping and snoring
———–
Always trying
To be funny
———-
I wonder
How 
He will manage
When his marks 
Are deducted 
———-
For misspelling
Incomprehensible 
Handwriting 
Unfocused
Paragraph writing
Words missing 
In answers
———-
What would he do
He is assumed 
To be normal
He has to
Compete with 
The best
———-
He doesn’t have
A label
Not that I would 
Want him to
———-
What I want
Is for him
To learn
To overcome 
His difficulties 
To be able to 
write
His  handwriting 
To be Understood
His spellings
To get better
To get
His b’s and d’s right
For him to focus
On his writing 
———
I don’t expect
For him to
Compete
With the best
But
To work
To better himself 
———-
Who knows… 
One day….
He will manage
To be more
Than normal
To be better
Than average
———-
Without 
A label….
Without
A disability 
Certificate 
To get him 
Through 
The examination 
———-
He may shine
In ways
I can’t imagine
A bright
But different
Star
———-
This less than average 
Son of mine

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The helper

The little child
Her parents devout
Daily mass 
And rosary
———
Daily prayer
For vocations
———–
I’ll be a nun
She decides
————
I will be
Be God’s servant
———–
Now a nun
She sees the poor
———–
Every day
Passing by
———–
She cannot help
 No money
———-
She has 
Only prayer
————
It’s raining
———-
The poor 
On the footpath 
She passes
On the way 
To church
———–
She has no money 
She can’t 
Do anything 
Except pray 
———–
Some people
From the temple
————
They come
With
Tarpaulin sheds
Bedding clothes
Food 
Money
———–
They give the women 
Jobs as maids
————
The men 
Work
In their factories
————
The children
In government school
————-
They build their life
————
She doesn’t 
Do anything
She doesn’t have 
Anything  to give
Except prayer
————
That man suffering
With an unknown ailment
————
She can’t do
Anything for him
She has
Nothing to give
Except prayer 
————
Two days later
She is off to church
That procession
The men chanting
That man’s brother
Carrying one post
On his shoulder
———–
She can’t  give 
Anything 
Except prayer
————
That beggar
Beside
The road
One eye blinded
Old
————
The passers by
Throwing him 
A coin or two
————
She has no money
She can’t give
Except prayer
———-
The next day
Her lunch in her hand
In a paper packet
She goes
———-
To that
One eyed beggar
———–
Talks to him
He tells his story 
How he lost his bread
When the famine came
His fields mortgaged
His family hungry
———-
They found work
Daily labourers
————
He came
To the city
Not wanting to
Be a burden 
On them
———-
She shares his story
And her bread
And now
She has given
And received
His blessings 
———-
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The influencer

  • The influencer
She did 
Her graduation
And 
Post graduation
————-
Her exams
Campus interview
She  bagged her job
Research assistant 
In a multinational 
Pharma company
————–
Her heart
Wasn’t in it
She missed her dream
—————
To be a teacher
To mould young minds
Her parents aghast
————-
You’ll leave your job
With a multinational
To be a lowly teacher
You won’t make money
Or marry
A rich 
Husband
What’s gotten
Into you?
————-
Her friends
They say the same
Her colleagues 
Her bosses too
————
But in her heart
She knows
Where her happiness lies
————-
The colleges
They wouldn’t take her
No experience 
She turned to schools
Get a B.Ed. Degree
So she does
————–
At last
A job
She cherishes
————–
The headmistress
Welcoming
The teachers too
The children
Not
—————
The first day
They sit 
On their benches
Chattering
Throwing
Erasers 
At each other
Flying paper planes
————-
The next day
Is no better
The laughing
The shouting
It continues
————-
She takes a duster
Wipes out the scribbles
She takes the chalk
In her neat hands
She writes
I want
To be with you
————-
The children
They notice
They go
Silent
They look
At their teacher
Anew
———-
Someone claps
Everybody follows
In that instant
Things have changed
————-
She’s on a roll
Making them happy
Teaching them
Cajoling them
To work hard
————
Her legs ache
From
Standing all day 
But never mind
She loves them
They love her back
—————
She knows her subject
She’s mastered it
She loves her kids
Loves the creativity
Her job brings
————-
They have to organise
Elocution competitions
Ready the ground
For the sports days
Teach them dance
For Republic Days
Write speeches
Train the kids
For Independence Day
And the grand celebrations
To prepare for
The Annual days
____________
The weaker kids
To be taken
Care of
Solving their doubts
Extra coaching
____________
Then there are 
Inter-school 
Examinations
Elocutions
Completion
Revelling in  the glory
That kids bring
To the school
___________
Consoling those
Who don’t make it
————
Her greatest joy
Is when
That little girl
That special child
Who could not
Understand mathematics
Gets a D
She’s passed!
—————
Her parents meanwhile
Are after her
Get a decent
Job they say
So we can get
A decent son in law
For us
————
She smiles
She ignores
Years pass
And there’s this guy
From her old job
He proposes 
He’s doing well 
At the multinational 
His parents 
They’re after him
To marry
A girl
From their caste
A professional 
_________
He tells them
He’s found
His soulmate 
She’s not of his caste
She isn’t working 
For a multinational 
She’s a kind girl
With a big heart
A teacher!
__________
There’s opposition
From every quarter
She’s not
Of our caste
She’s not 
Fair
She’s not
Tall
She’s not even
Pretty
Moreover
She’s a mere teacher
In a government school
———–
Her parents
Are reconciled 
Someone
Is better than none
They marry
__________
Her children 
Witness
The solemn occasion 
—————
She has no kids of her own
But she has
So many
————-
They grow up
They work
In big multinationals 
————-
Her greatest joy
Is when 
That little girl
That one
Weak at maths
She influenced 
Has now returned 
To the school
To become a teacher
————
She is now 
Due for retirement 
With her retired
Soulmate 
But she has 
No regrets 
This influencer
But contentment 

————

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Saving water

Save water
Children told
While brushing
———–
Don’t use the shower
The bucket
Environment friendly 
————-
What about
The water 
That flows
Into the drains into 
The sea
———–
A little
Is harvested
The rest
Wasted
———–
Then in the mountains 
The source oh the water
No tanks built
To contain it
————
So the water
Flows
————
Down the slopes
Into the sea
Leaving
The mountain
High and dry
———
And the people 
Parched
————
What about
The compounds
Made of concrete
———-
Not letting
The water seep
———-
How many buildings 
Recharge
The water
———-
How many
Let it flow
———
The drains 
Overflowing
———-
A few
They have
Underground 
Tanks
To store the water
That falls 
On their terraces
———–
The pretty plants
In the compound
In the little
Mud we have
Not yielding fruit
Or vegetable
————
Couldn’t we
Use that space
For ourselves 
————-
Our kitchen
Garden
———–
They will steal
They will take
The fruit 
Of our labour
————
Does it matter
Let someone eat
Atleast 
That’s what
My mother said
————
When she
Planted
Her papaya plant
———–
The water flowing
From the overflow 
Of the tank
Overhead
———–
The watchmen
They are happy
To get
Organic fruit
————
Nature’s given
The fertile mud
The flowing water
She says
———-
Do not waste
Now the papaya
Leaves
Pulled out by people
Seeking relief
From dengue
————-
It’s medicinal
———-
As for me
An artificial plant
In my house
———-
Beautiful 
With pretty
Flowers
————-
Looks real
———
It needs
No soil
No watering
No sunlight 
No manure
It’s perfect
————
It bears no fruit
No oxygen
———– 
But then
It’s perfect 
I’m saving water
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Do not waste

Do not waste 
The food on your plate
————–
Never mind
It adds
————
To your obesity
———–
Why not train
Them
To take
Less
On their plate
———-
They can
Always take
A second helping
————
Children told 
Not to waste 
————-
While brushing teeth
On the tap
Only
When you need
————-
For a bath
Use a bucket
Do not shower
Do not waste
Water
———
We feel good
We’re doing
Our bit
————
What about
The water 
That flows
In the city
Into the drains
Into the sea
———–
The miniscule
Is harvested
Flows into wells 
Or tanks
———
The rest
Wasted
———–
Then in the mountains 
The source oh the water
No tanks built
To contain it
So the water
Flows
Down the slopes
Into the sea
Leaving
The mountain
High and dry
_________
And the people 
Parched
———-
What about
The compounds
Made of concrete
Not letting
The water seep
———-
How many buildings 
Recharge
The water
How many
Let go
——–
The drains 
Overflowing
And flooding
The streets
———–
A few
They have
Underground 
Tanks
To store the water
That falls 
On their terraces
———
The pretty plants
In the compound
In the little
Mud we have
Not yielding fruit
Or vegetable
———–
Couldn’t we
Use that space
For ourselves 
———–
Our kitchen
Garden
———–
They will steal
They will take
The fruit 
Of our labour
————–
Does it matter
Let someone 
Eat
———
That’s what
My mother said
When she
Planted
Her papaya
———-
The water flowing
From the overflow 
Of the tank
Overhead
Watering it
In fertile mud
———-
The watchmen
They are happy
To get
Organic fruit
———–
Nature’s given
The fertile mud
The flowing water
She says
Do not waste

————-

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My good child

My child at home
I shout at him
When he beats up
His little brother
When he uses foul
Language
When he throws things
In anger
When he kicks
His little brother
When he talks back
To me 
———-
His friends
They use
Foul language
They beat
They’re rude
That’s where
He picks this up
———
My son
He’s good
The other boy
His mom comes home
His son 
Is injured
He’s kicked him
Right in his stomach 
She says
————-
He beats him
He’s bawling
———–
I look at my son
————
Mamma I didn’t 
Do anything 
He pushed me
First
————
The lady
She’s not going
———-
Your son beats
He uses 
Foul language 
He talks back
When I 
Admonish him
And now 
He’s hurt
My son badly
———-
The kid
He’s still
Bawling away
———-
My son I say
Didn’t start it
Your son he pushed him
He didn’t even fight back
See he’s crying
————
I’ll get the
Other children
To witness
If you want
If you don’t 
Believe me
————
He bullies
The kids
All the time
————-
Not my child 
I say
———–
We come 
From 
A good family
He knows
His manners
He’s obedient 
He doesn’t use
Foul language 
He doesn’t 
Talk back
He is
Well brought up
We’re a 
Respectable 
Family
———-
The intruder
She gets angry
Screams
————
I don’t understand 
The gravity
Of the situation 
She just came
To warn
Me 
So such
Brutal acts
Won’t happen
Again
————
I show her
The door
Stay away 
From my son
I say
————
Now I turn
To my child
Warn him 
This shouldn’t 
Happen
Again
————
I don’t want mothers
Complaining
Bursting
Into our house
No more beating 
Up your brother
No more foul language
No more kickiing
Throwing things
In anger
No talking back
———-
He smiles 
A cheerful smile 
He won’t get
Admonished now
My son
———-
My mother
Won’t beat
She will
Shield me
When I beat up 
The others
 others
She is my protector 
My mother
Right or wrong 
She’s at my side
———-
I’ll kick
I’ll punch
I’ll use foul language 
I’ll throw
The bat
At him
I’ll beat that boy
Who dared
Bring his mother
———–
My son grows up
He drinks
He brawls 
He steals
He beats
His grown up brother 
And me too
In his anger
———
He lands
In
The police station
———
Am I at fault
Have I spoiled
My good child?

————

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Borders

Borders
We draw them
Around our drawings
That contain them
————–
Those imaginary lines
That we invented
—————
To divide
The equator
The axis
The longitudes
The latitudes
The lines on the map
————–
The borders
————–
Continents
Countries
Disputed
Territories
Capitals
States
Cities
Villages
Fields
Buildings
Compounds
Houses
Rooms
————-
Borders 
In our heart
————–
The people inside
The circle
They’re ours
—————
My youngest
My elder one
My husband
My best frien
My parents
His parents
My brother
My sister
His siblings
My friends
My colleagues
My neighbours
And so on
———–
In a line
Or inside
The border of circles
————
God comes
Somewhere 
In this queue
————–
It’s up to you
To decide
The place
————-
But lines
And borders
Are everywhere
————–
You’re
Catholic Brahmin
Catholic lower cast
Christian
Hindu
Jain
Buddhist
Muslim
————-
There’s
Pecking order
There too
—————
Manglorean
Goan
Mango
Keralite
Tamil
Doesn’t matter
————-
Any Catholic
Or Christian 
Or Hindu
Or else
————–
We discriminate
—————
Whites are ok
Blacks not
——————-
Then there’s 
India
And 
At the other extreme
Pakistan
————
Catholic nations
Christian nations
Hindu
And
MuslIm nations
 
———–///
Our lines and Borders
All determined 
By which circle
Fate placed us in
————–
And sometimes 
By
Our experiences
———–
When
Will it happen?
When?
—————
Those lines
And circles
Cease to exist
————–
When people 
Will be free
To stay
Where they want
Irrespective 
Of the name 
Of the place
On that paper
————–
The name
Of the place
Where they were born
————
The borders
Some of them 
Are fading away
Sense prevailing
People opening
That tiny circle
Inside their heart
To outsiders
—————
If there are 
No lines
No circles
No borders
———–
The world
It would be different 
————
There would be less 
To fight for
Our land
Our country 
Our religion
Our identity 
Might exist
————-
But no circle 
In our heart
To keep away
The outsider

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Why should we put up

Why should we put up
Because we’re women
The drunken husband
Who blows up our money
With smoking
With gambling
With drinking
With other women
They beat us up
Our children too
They work sometimes 
But give no money 
To share the burden
Of running the house
The schooling
The uniform 
The books
The lunchtime meal
The government 
It looks after
The rice comes
From the government
It’s inedible
We sell it 
To whoever will buy
They’re even poorer
Than us 
And use that money
And our earnings 
To get
The rice
The wheat
The sugar
The sait
The oil 
The onion
The potatoes
Bananas sometimes
And if the price is right
Once in a while
Some vegetables 
The madams 
We work for
Give us 
Old Sarees
Used clothes
Toys
And shoes
For our children 
They feel good 
Doing so
We get by
Old umbrellas 
Sweaters
Bedding
They feel good
Giving so
We get by
But that’s not all
Bills to be paid
The electricity
The gas
The cable
The mechanic 
To repair the 
Old TV
The madam
Had kindly given
Very cheap
Then comes 
The wedding 
Of a near one
We have to gift
It’s part of the custom
We borrow
Some from our
Kind madams
The balance
Our jewellery 
We pawn
Sometimes 
To never
Get it back
A funeral
We have to pay
The Poojari 
Who prays
For the soul
Of the departed
We need
To
To buy
Stuff
To make 
The food
For the people
Who come
To fulfil
Their obligations 
We are now
In deep 
In debt 
Our jewellery 
Now gone
The husbands
Now beat us
Because 
There isn’t
Enough money 
For
Enough food
When sick
We wait hours
At the government hospital
The treatment 
It’s free
But there’s 
Expense
On travel
And medicines
To be bought
They don’t like it
The madams
When we take leave
It’s twice a month
When someone’s  sick
Can’t your husband 
Take leave
They ask
If you don’t come?
Who will
Look after us?
You’ve taken advance
We’ve given you
Clothes
Shoes
Bedding 
Umbrellas 
Sweaters
The TV
A raise
You need to be grateful
If you take leave 
Who will look after us?
Who will cook
Who will clean
Who will feed 
Our children
Give them a bath?
Who will wash
Our dishes
Sweep
Mop the floor
Wash our clothes
Hang them
Out to dry
Fold them
And leave them 
On the bed
To be securely
Kept 
In our cupboards 
Ourselves 
Take away
Our leftovers 
We don’t want to waste
God doesn’t like it
It goes on 
We have to work
We owe them
We’re honest people
Atleast until
The debts are paid
And then
The bonus!
The bonus is
One months pay
They bring
A new saree
And day
Happy Diwali!
It’s ok
We’ve atleast got
A new saree
When we want 
A day’s break
To go
For our kid’s Annual Day
We say somebody’s died
They would understand 
If we told them
We want to watch 
Our kid’s Annual Day
They would say
Let your husband go
Are they not
His kids?
His kids?
He beats them up
Whenever he’s angry
His gambling
Hasn’t gone well
The other woman
Gone off
With another man
Or the drink
Has gone 
Into his head
He’s lost his sense
Of decency
Which probably 
Doesn’t exist
Our son 
We will not pamper
We will teach him
His wife
Will be his partner
Not under his thumb
As our mother in law
Had taught her son
Our son
Will not raise his hand
Not drink
Or gamble
Or go after 
Other women
Not live on
His wives wages
We will give 
Him education
The fear of God
The respect of women
Our daughter 
She goes to school too
She’ll get a job of her own
Will not marry
As a child
She will study
She will earn
She will choose
Her husband 
Our world is bleak
But we live
To see our children
Back from school
To hug them
They’re ours to love
We love them back
How they turn out
Our sons
When they grow
We do not know
Will they turn out
Like the father
No
They won’t
We won’t 
Let  that happen
To another woman
Our God
Is with us
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The responsible organisation

We’re a responsible organisation
We help the little girls
With their education
Give them smiles 
Give  them hope
We’re doing more
Than
Our CSR
Requirement
Our pesticides
They kill the insects
The farmers
They have 
A plentiful harvest
The government 
Understands our work
They subsidise
So the farmers
Buy more than required
To make sure
Their crops 
They are protected
After all 
They want
A plentiful harvest
The wheat it stands 
Proud and tall
The grains
Robust
The best
The buyers
Can get
The pesticides
They seep
Into the groundwater
They flow 
into the ponds
Which the farmers
And their
Families
Drink from from
They spray
Into the air
They breathe
The biodiversity 
Is destroyed
The bees
Who pollinate
Succumb
The birds
The fish
Affected
The insects 
They’re smart
Theve been poisoned
Too long
They have
Developed
Resistance 
It takes more potent
Poisons
To kill them
The toxicity
In the air
In the water
In the food
It adds up
A heavy price 
To pay 
The cancer
In children
ADHD
Mothers
Infertile
Retardation
They say
Has nothing
To do
With pesticides 
But the wise old men
And women
They differ
This wasn’t there
In our times
What choice do we have
They say
If I don’t use them
My neighbour 
Will still
The insects 
In the village
Will all zoom in
Into my tiny field
I can’t afford
To lose it all
The government 
Hold up it’s hands
We are clean
Good intentioned
There won’t be enough
To feed our 
Hundred crores
If the insects
They feed
The farmers
They will die of starvation 
If their crops are destroyed 
They are harmless 
The pesticide 
If they’re used
Judiciously 
Maybe so
 It who decides
How much to spray
Use manure 
Say the environmentalists 
It’s safe
The yield healthy
We have no bulls
They say
Enough for our fields
We use
Harvesters now
No manure
It is difficult 
To turn back
The  clock
A few do
They call it organic
The yield
It’s less
But
To buy 
Is expensive
There’s too much
Demand
Not for all
This pure stuff
It’s the rich
Who can afford
To be pesticide free
The Sales Manager
The pesticide
Supplier
He roams the land
Buys bottled water
His organic salads 
In his bag
He peddles his stuff
To the farmers
The decision makers
He shows them
His presentation 
The statistics
The yield numbers
Impressed
They buy
It’s cheap 
It’s government 
Subsidised
These farmers
Unconcerned 
About the effect
This potent stuff
Has 
On the consumers
Of their produce
The little children
The old 
The weak
Would they have
Continued
If only knew
The contamination 
Their soil
Their water
Their air
Is taking a heavy toll
In their
Little children
Their elderly
Their unborn
The cancer
The wheeze
The itching skin
Or would they buy
Bottled water
Organic food?
As for the organisation
That helps
The little girls
In the village
Who fall sick
Drinking
Contaminated water
Eating 
Poisoned  food
Breathing unhealthy 
Are they responsible?
You judge 
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Poverty

Poverty 
Poverty is real
Its all around
———-
We see it
Every day
———-
Help a few
With a coin or two
———–
We’re doing out bit
It’s too large a problem
It isn’t going to resolve
———–
My contribution 
However large
Will only be 
A drop in the ocean
———-
We do give
We’re not bad souls
To the church
To the orphanage 
To the Home
For the Aged
To the NGOs
That come knocking
———-
Our share of CSR
From our salary
————
We’re good people 
Doing our bit
———
She’s a maid
Very poor
No house
Of her own
She works all day
Without a break
To make
Other people’s life
Comfortable
———
She has her
Tearful nights
Her body aches
No time to rest
She has at home
To work
Morning and evening 
Finish her chores
There’s no running tap
Big drums to fill
No washing machine
Her clothes to wash
Just a fan
Place to sleep
——
With her husband
And her son
———
Her daughter 
Married away
As soon as
She was ready
——-
Her daughter now
has
Two children too
Her own 
Battle to fight
——-
Summer comes
It’s a furnace
The tin shed above
It melts her home
———-
She cannot sleep
But she has
To wake up
Finish her chores
And back to work
———
Rain comes
Water drips
Through the roof
Over her head
She can’t sleep
She has to mop
Away the rain
Finish her chores
And back to work
She doesn’t dance
At the festival
Too tired
The others say
She is aloof
She doesn’t talk
She has no time
Besides 
Her husband 
Doesn’t like it
She’s good looking
She’s friendly 
She might get trapped
By somebody
With a roving eye 
Like me
She helps
Her mother 
Her sister
She doesn’t hand over
Her wages
She squanders
Gives alms
She doesn have
Financial help
The husband
He works
Sometimes
He drinks
Hie earning away
He beats her
She isn’t awake
When he needs her
The household to run
The child to feed
It’s her job
It’s her who wants
The son
Not he
When he grows
He’ll teach him his ways
How to keep
A woman down
Under his thumb
Twice a month
Of leave she’s allowed 
Mostly utilised 
For funerals
She doesn’t go out
For movies
To malls
For shopping
To the beach
Yes she does
Watch some TV
She does go
To the temple
To give thanks
And petitions
For simple things
God give my son
A decent job
Let my grandchildren
Come to visit
That neighbour with cancer
Let him die
That paralysed man
I look after
May he find rest
That young girl
She has no child
Bless her
I’ll worship
Your idle
For five years
If you do
The people she works for
They’re not Hindus
Some of them
Don’t understand
Why so much noise
For her festivals 
The sound is deafening
They criticise 
You block the roads
You snatch our sleep
Your gods are too many
We eat and sleep 
And we’re merry
We do not fast
And yet we’re 
Blessed 
With plenty
Fifteen thousand 
Is what she earns
Slogging away
From morn to night
She’s skilled
She cooks well
So she earns
More than the others
Her knees they hurt
Climbing up the stairs 
From house to house
But never a complaint 
You will hear
She does break down
Sometimes
To her masters
They comfort
They understand 
But they can’t
Intrude
It’s not good
Five hundred a month
To the neighbour
A hundred
To the garbage man
Twenty
To the toilet cleaner
Thirty
To the beggars
That line the temple
Fifty for the chocolate
For the boy
For his birthday
In his house she works
Five hundred
To her sister
Who looks after
Her mother
That’s one thousand
Two hundred 
At least
Out of fifteen
Thats eight percent
I calculate
How many of us 
Do that
No wonder
She doesn’t 
Have a house
Not to worry 
She smiles
God will provide!
That’s faith
She gives so much
Eight percent 
She’s super rich
You must admit
The poverty 
It’s our lot
It lives
In our soul
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The gentleman in suits

The gentlemen in suits
All huddled up
To keep themselves 
Warm 
In the freezing cold
The juveniles
Most vulnerable 
In the centre
The rest they move
In military fashion
The one in the center 
When warm
Enough
Makes place for another
And so they go
On and on 
This rookery
In the freezing 
Ice
My tale is about
One of their kind
He treks
Over hundred kilometers 
To a breeding site
His mate she
Lays an egg
And goes hunting
For food
One single egg
He balances
On his feet
Keeping it warm
Through the blizzards 
With the warm
Layer
Of his feathered
Skin
Starving
Fifteen kilos down
Two months
Till it hatches
And
His mate returns
He recognises
His chick’s call
Among thousands
And so does she
They’re emperors
They don’t rule 
Over others
They face their lot
All together
These perfect gentlemen 
They coordinate
Their diving 
And surfacing
These gentleman 
They are not human
They don’t abandon
Their unborn children 
After a dalliance 
With a lady
They don’t 
Have any minor vices
Or major
They don’t try
To outdo each other
They’re not into
Competition 
Except
To find a mate
They don’t brag
They don’t boast
Like those men
In suits
They’re a huddle
They’re a team
They do not have
Rich or poor
They’re in this 
All together
These birds in suits
These Emperor penguins

Our gentlemen 
They huddle too
To keep themselves warm
At the bar
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The little child

The little child
He wants to play
Innocent
Friendly 
Not a burden 
On his parents
There is no knowledge 
To be crammed
No stress
No examinations
There are no lessons 
To be done
They’re busy 
His father
Hunting
To bring him supper
He’s with his friends
They’re a team
They discuss
Their strategies
Together 
They’ll bring down
That giant beast
Sometimes
There are fights
Disagreements 
Who’s the leader
Who will attack
First?
Who has an eye
On your wife
Who takes
A major portion
They get along
Most of the time
They’re a team
Fighting
For survival 
His mother
Stitching fur
Or leather
And a needle
Made of bone
To keep away 
The freezing cold
Making arrows
Cooking supper
When food arrives
Gossiping 
With her friends
All the time
Sometimes
They fight
She’s lazy
Doesn’t do
The cleaning
The washing
The pretty one
She’s sleeping
With my husband 
Who has the most
Beautiful 
Neckpiece
Of mammoths teeth
The air is pure
But very chill
Clothed in fur
Of the mammoths
That perished 
So that
They can
Survive
Theve made a ball
His friends
It falls 
Into the river
Out they go 
To fish it out
They have no shirts
They’re taken off
Their fur coat
The water
Almost frozen
Takes away
Their breath
They manage 
To get back
Without their
Ball
Shivering 
In their coats they
What would they do 
Without a ball?
Their mothers
Them berate
What a foolhardy thing
You did
Their fathers return
Late evening
Admonishment 
And rage
And beatings
You morons
You could have died
Go without your supper
Out of the fireplace 
Their bellies empty
The cold severe
They can manage
They’ve starved before 
They look up 
To the skies
The bright lights
A few red 
Some yellow
Some white
When were they born?
Those bright lights
They muse
Is the maker of those 
The creator of us
Is HE one
Or are they many?
Who gave us the land
The river
The fruits 
The mammoths
The arrows
The fire
The creation?
A profound thought
Fills their minds
They’re not
An accident
The sparks of fire
The deafening sounds
The occasional sight
Of the blazing
Hot thing
The cold flakes
The pouring
Drops of water 
They can’t be
An accident
When they’re hungry
A mammoth they spot
When they’re thirsty
A steam
Through they have gone
For weeks 
Without fresh food
But they have been
Sustained
They’ve survived
They decide to pray
To that heavenly being
That guards them
From from above
That sustains
That guards
That blesses
And makes sure
They survive
They believe 
And so does he
That father
Of the generations
That little Child 
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The male maid

The male maid
He’s always smiling
Ready to serve
Getting up 
Before dawn
To wipe clean
The cars
Then
Sweeping
Mopping
Dusting
Cleaning
Chopping
A place to sleep
But only just
Enough space
To sleep
Someone does feed
An afternoon meal
Instead
Of  his pay
Some pay
Some pay later
Sometimes some
Pretend to forget
Some say they’re not
Satisfied
With his work
Some are in trouble 
They can’t afford 
To pay the bonus
They live
In their 
Flats
In tall towers
Going out of the way
To care
For his masters
Are there tears
Is there sadness
Beyond that smile?
They’d never know
He’s found
Some consolation 
They’re kind to him 
That elderly couple
He’s a son to them
They his parents
They treat him well
He does too
They share some meals
Which he brings them
They pay him
In time
Though they
Are
Senior citizens 
The weather
Has wrecked havoc
His crops are gone 
Twice
There’s no money
In the village
All they have
Is what he sends
He cannot go
They need the money
His phone not working
He needs to spend
So he can speak
To them
Finally
He makes his purchase 
A mighty sum
With a heavy heart
But now at last he has
Something to look 
Forward to
To talk to his son
And his wife
At the end of the day
To hear their voice
To share their troubles 
And their joy
He knows he cannot
Go to his village
They need the money
He his job
He lives in hope
One day again
It will rain
At the right time
His crops will
Stand
Bear ample grain
He will then be
Home again
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I succumb

That juice
That chocolate
That sugary drink
With or without
The fizz
———–
That junk
———-
I want to stop
To reduce
To get healthier
———–
I won’t have more
I will refrain
————
The next day
I succumb
————-
That juicy gossip
That urge to share
Other’s weaknesses
To vent out 
My frustrations
I will refrain
————
The next day
I succumb
————
I will not beat
I will not shout
I will not scream
I’ll handle all 
With  love
———-
The next day 
I succumb
————–
I won’t be jealous
Won’t envy
Other people
Who have a career
Do so much useful
With their life
————
I’ll be quiet
I’ll be calm
I’ll suffocate 
My emotions
———–
But now
I’ve succumbed
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The cancer within

He
Travelled far for his work
Slogging from six to ten
————–
Persistent Cough
He never smoked
He never drank
————–
One son
 In his twenties
Works and drinks
His wages gone 
————
His wife
She a maid
Or was
———-
Lost  her jobs
Too many breaks
For visits 
To
The hospital
————-
No money 
No help
The government hospital
—————
A hole in his throat
A pipe to feed
The pain 
Uncontrollable
————–
Tears he sheds
Cannot speak 
Hands outstretched 
Begging for relief
————-
His body eaten up
No morphine for his pain
The hospitals won’t take him
He’s a hopeless case
————-
My maid  she shares
A generous soul
With her next door neighbour
From her meagre wages
————-
She feels
His tears
She hears his voice
He cannot talk
————
My little boy
His stack of coins
To her he gives
Why don’t I?
———–
Am I afraid
Of the rehab
———-
He takes the coins
Buys his release
It dosent kill
He lingers on
————–
His pain increases 
Begs for death
Every day
His wife suffering
In silence
———–
At last he is in
That wonderful place
Where the sisters
Take his pain
———
Morphine they give
They say their prayers
For healing
Of the spirit
———–
Then he gives up
His soul
Free at last
————
She calls up 
My maid
———–
I’m away
I need to see him
I’ll cook and go
But someone asks her
Why you
Isn’t there any other
I’m ashamed
Am I the other
I didn’t do
So much I could
In secret
———/
No one 
Would  have known
I was afraid
Of the rehab
————
Of being
A misfit

Now the cancer

It hurts

Within me

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Why haven’t I tried

Why haven’t I tried
To persevere 
To try and do the good that I could
——————

What would people think?
Or say?
———-
Don’t
You might fall sick
Just keep away
————
Do your duty
To your family
Things will be 
Taken care of
There are so many other
Kind souls
————–
Yes
The problems
Will be resolved
Through prayer 
God will act
————–
Why does that leave me
With an empty heart?
—————–
That little boy I could teach
But what if
I did fall sick
What would happen
To my children
————–
God will take care
Of that little boy
Someone else will
————
Why does it leave me
With an empty heart?
————
I’m a misfit I’m sure
People around me
Don’t feel 
The way I do
———–
There are some
Who live a life
Of sacrifice
Living their life
For others
————-
When I see
The wealth
The intellect
God has provided
All I do 
Is twiddle my thumbs 
Out of fear
Of rehab
————
The price of
Sanity
Is very steep
Am I doing
The right Thing
Burying my talents?
————–
My answer is no
Because
Of 
The discontent heart
————-
The day will come
When I’ll be free
I would help 
The maids I think
They who slog
Without a break
————
No Saturdays off
Nor Sundays
Without them
Our life uncomfortable 
————
They day they take
A break
We question them
Couldn’t they send
Another
To their cousin’s funeral
————-
Their husbands drink
They beat
They carry on
For their children 
Bonus time
We buy them sweets
Or a saree
When all they need 
Is the money
———–
I would like
To them empower 
Give them skills
Making Xmas  sweets
Snacks
Laddoos
Baby sitting
Nursing the old
Professional cleaning
At a decent wage
—————
A weekend off
Some insurance
Aren’t they also
Covered
By minimum wage
————–
By inflation
They’re hardest hit
But it’s we who complain
That money’s tight
We can’t give them
Another raise
———–
Many thoughts
But
All in the mind
————
Can’t express
Out of fear
Of rehab
————
My children now
They understand 
My husband too
————-
But why still
There
The hesitation 
The fear
Of rehab?
————-
I try to start
———–
Opposition
The stress 
It will make you sick
You help I say
In the work
Take my stress
Make it yours
————
I may not be able
To do what I plan
But there may not be
Emptiness
In my heart
————
Till I think 
Of something else
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The housekeeper

The housekeeper 
I don’t know how old he is
But he should have
Retired
A long time back
————–
He’s there in the mornings
Six days a week
Carrying the putrid remains 
Of other people’s feasting
—————
There’s unwanted parts
Of Vegetable 
Fruit peels too
Discarded meals
And worse
——————
Sanitary pads
Diapers
Of babies and adults
Loads of plastic
Packaging
It’s all part
Of the job
————–
Recyclable things
To be separated
And given
But if they don’t
He has to
Put them apart
The smelly stuff
In the green bins
Thank God
They give him
Gloves
But all are
Not so fortunate
—————

There’s a lift
But he cannot
Share
With the others
More fortunate than him
Or they may
Suffocate
In
The stink
Of their own garbage
—————-
The bins laid down
In neat rows
The organic composted
The recyclables loaded
On the municipal trucks
But still his work 
Is not done
—————
The compound
Swept
The lobbies too
The lifts cleaned
With perfumed Spray
Now it’s time 
For rest
————-
He now goes
To kind people’s
Houses
To collect leftovers
————–
Some fresh
Some stale
That might give him
A bad stomach
—————
He takes it all
And shares it
—————-
As in of old
They break the bread
————-
He’s finally gone
He’s retired
Comes once in a while
To visit my maid
Who gave him money
For the pao
When we had
Leftover
Chicken curry
————–
I miss him so
But
Is that because
The new guy
Won’t take 
My leftover 
Chicken curry?

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My conscious pricks
When the leftovers
Are eaten
By my dustbin

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Oh how good and kind
I used to feel
When he would 
Take with grace
My stale leftover 
Chicken curry 
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The good Catholic

The man now old

He’s worked hard
All his life
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To feed
To shelter 
To clothe
To travel
To enjoy
Little pleasures
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A wife
A child or two
A TV
A refrigerator 
A House
A car
He’s made it
————–

His wife
His partner
His soulmate
Sometimes they quarrel
That’s part of the game
They make up
One again
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The children grow
They’re educated

An engineer
An MBA
They want to fly
Like their peers
They find their work
In foreign lands

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They find their parters
And they settle
In foreign lands
In some other part
Of the globe
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They do visit
But must go back
They take him there
And his wife
To their foreign land
But it’s not his life
They must return
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His wife
His companion
His partner
His soulmate
Whose never
Left his side
—————
Except twice
When his grandchildren
We’re born
Then she’d gone
To those foreign lands
To help her kids
Raise their children

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Married
To his house
Is she
Now she’s old too
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One day collapsed
In the foreign land
Where she’d gone
To help raise
Her grandchild
—————–
I’m not coming
He had said
I prefer
My own bed
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She died
It was all over
In a couple of hours
The funeral
He’s back home 
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His health is failing
Medical bills
The maid
The nurse
The doctor
To be paid


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Loneliness calls
He’s healthy still
To go to church
To find peace
To  find friends
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The cook is on leave
There’s no food
The tiffin arrives
It’s cheap
It’s dependable
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The teeth they fall
Dentures arrive
The food now soft
So can be chewed
The cough
The diabetes
The pressure 
Is worsening
Now insulin
Has it’s say
He needs a prick
Once a day
———–
The rare day comes
Once in a while
When kind souls 
Pay a visit
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His old tales 
They hear 
With interest
And with patience 
A light
In the dark are they
Those kind souls
Who by his house
They stray
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He counts his pennies
He haggles
With the paperwala
Who recycles
With the laundryman
Who irons
His Sunday clothes
With the fruitwala
Who supplies
His bananas
And apples
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He has enough 
He’s insecure
The medical bills
They’re going up
What if there’s
A hospitalisation
—————–
The maid
Wants a raise
No he says
I can’t afford
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He’s not the same
He was before
A generous soul
Now that
He’s retired
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He still manages
To go to the banks
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Different ones
His money is not
In one place
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It’s not for
The statement
All is now
Online
But he prefers
The old way
So he can speak 
To the lady
At the desk
The cashier
The neighbour
Who is
Also at the bank
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He now has
A walking stick
His knees grumble
When climbing stairs
But no he says
I’m not coming
To your foreign Land
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Here I lived
And here shall I die
This house I made
With sweat and tears
It may be old 
But it is mine
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There is talk
A swank new tower
With a lift
A couple of years 
And it is yours
————–
They haggle
They bargain
I should get
Double the room
Says one
I want the tenth floor
Says another
Mine should face west
Says the third
I only want
The best builder
Says the fourth
I won’t move
Says the fifth
Our building is still strong
Say the sixth
We can not trust
Say some others
and so it goes
On and on

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Nothing moves
No one bothered
Not our business
They all say
We are all
Good people
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Not our business
To intervene
Years drag on
The buildings disintegrate
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The repairs
Cost a ton
But in five years
The cracks are back
With a vengeance 
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The building crumbles
The old man stumbles
He slips 
In the bathroom
Like so many others
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The nurses come
Like clockwork
Many a time
They hear his cry
———–
They feed
They clothe
They wash
They clean
The children visit 

Then they’re gone
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Those kind souls
Come more often
Bringing him
The Eucharist
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They hear him out
They give him hope
They listen to his story
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Things get worse
He’s hospitalised
The stretcher carrying
Him down the stairs
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They prick they probe
They jab
The beeping
In the ICU
Driving him mad
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This is not my home he says
All I want is to go back
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The kind souls
They come there too
They hold his hands
In silent prayer
The priest
The Annointing
The Eucharist
———
Then he’s gone
In peace at last
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They carry him
Straight to the morgue
His body frozen
For his children
To come
From foreign lands
———–
Up his house 
One more time
The house he’s made
————-
Now at last
His house is full
His children 
His grandchildren 
His friends
His children’s friends
His neighbours
His neighbour’s children
His relatives
His co-workers
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Those who’ve survived 
Those that can
Leave their houses
His nurses too
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And then there are
Those kind souls
Who laboured up
Those stairs 
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To be with him
To listen
To give him
The Eucharist 
The church pamphlets 
The calander
To give him joy
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He didn’t have 
A major vice
Did no harm
To anyone
Never did
He raise his voice
He never missed
His church contribution
He’d attend all
The society meetings
Meekly sat
And got back home
Never spoke up
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Others will
He said
I’m not the one
To create trouble
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The building new
Will go up
When God wants it to
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Never gave alms
To a beggar
All fakes they are
He said
God will
Take care of them
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They maim the kids
To make them beg
He saw the drunk
On the street
The municipality will
Take care of him
God will
Take care of them
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The eunuchs
They pester
Better not to
Entertain them
God will
Take care of them
—————The orphaned children
Theirs palms open
Their sorrowful eyes
In the heatOf the sun—————
Some kind soul
Will take them
To Mother Theresa’s
God will

Take care of them

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The floods
The famine
The earthquakes
He would give
His widower’s  mite
A fifty
Or a hundred
God will

Take care of them

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He went to church
Every Sunday
Or Saturday evening
His religious obligation

Fulfiled
Don’t want to get
Into controversy
No involvement
With the community

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A good husband
A good father
A good neighbour
A God fearing man
A good Catholic

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It’s time now
For his body
To be taken
To the church
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The final descent 
Down the stairs
From the house
That he made
—————–
To find lasting peace
And joy

A life well lived
God will
Take care of him