The Poignant Tale of An Unwashed Ragpicker

The ragpicker in her teens asked me the way out of our lane,

Unwashed and vulnerable, her sight was enough to trouble anyone sane!

I asked her to come home with me,

It was to assuage my guilt almost a plea!

She looked at me tentatively and then followed me,

As I gave her something to eat and drink,

I could see that she was desperate and on the brink

Like so many of her fellow beings we in these difficult times see into the morass of poverty sink!

My small gesture had touched her a bit,

I could see her eyes with a glimmer of happiness lit!

As she lingered at our door,

I brought her something more!

I asked her if she still wanted something more,

At this a weak smile she wore

And went her weary and troubled way,

A sight enough to darken any thinking being’s bright day!

Thus goes of young wasted lives the sordid story

As we get on with our ambitious lives and talk of our great country’s glory!

At such glaring contradictions we just should not wink,

They should be for us occasions to introspect and think,

To think of building a world that is better

In which people can live a life of dignity without any fetter!

Isn’t that the only way to revive what inside us, the better off, everyday dies,

Isn’t it where the real glory of our motherland lies?

Arun Bhagat

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Published by Arun Bhagat

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