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