IGNORANCE- NOT A BLISS

Photo taken by: Meghna Gupta

Morning to Night, not even a single bite

So what do I survive on?

You call it drugs, I call it PACIFIER.

Skinny hands, pot bellies

It is not a problem, but a CONUNDRUM.

"These people are a blot on the city"

You said this easily.

Our lives are cryptic, even for us

Will we live or get crushed under the bus.

You just see the contours dear,

Within that is a deep hidden fear.

Our cries are jargon for you

But still I pray, it never happens to you.

Written by:

Meghna Gupta