The Missed Class

We meet them often.. We see them often... but still they are missed. The Missed Class.......

The show begins at night

Street bulb flashes the yellow light

 

Urchin lits up the cigarette

Swaggers like a flimstars

Pulls a little girl's hand for a duet

Performance enjoyed by all the young pranksters

 

Together they seek in trash

To fill their bellies

To calm their reverie

Because they do not have cash

Such adversaries

A broken toy in trash is their treasury

 

Girls little uncovered breast

Debauch eyes are out on stalk

On which boys make an ignorant jest

Little one did not know whom to talk

 

 Another searing afternoon

Pinching their dark colored body

Same question arises of meal in the noon

For which cares, nobody

Many urchins in ragged cloth

They raised their bowls

They enslaved by the gangs

      Where the society forgot its troth

      Everyone only consoles

       Kids are Strum and drang

 

The Street children are present everywhere

          Yet, they are missed from everywhere.........

Reviews

[Ritri Priyad]

Could almost imagine myself swerve with each line you write ! Loved it :)