An unemployed-post-graduate’s resume-
for an underpaying clerical job;
A poor widow’s application-
for an insignificant pension;
A prescription for medicines-
that the abandoned senior citizen could never buy;
A strangulated female foetus,
with the umbilical cord still tightly coiled around her delicate neck
Who am I ?I am a garbage-bin on a street near you;
And, by the way,
I also happen to be a mirror,
Do you have the strength to look inside?
2016 – Bharat Chugh
Diary of a Dust Bin
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Topics: poetry bharat chugh
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