A Soil of Dumpsters.
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In certain parts of the world,
Even dumpsters are never left behind.
But in my land of Saints and
Mahatmas,
Women are left behind men;
The desperate and the downtrodden,
Are left behind the greedy and
caste conscious.
Merit is mopped to a corner,by mediocrity.
The meek and the timid are seen far behind bullies.
Honesty is way behind hypocrisy.
Falsehood kicks truth backward,setting barricades.
There is crowd everywhere,pushing in a melee,
Nudging and hitting others for a
competitive edge.
Poverty is straightly and statistically,
Trampled by the wield of wealth.
As the maddening race continues
to acquire,
To seize, encroach and expand, it
leaves
The helpless and hapless dumped
behind.
The game of power is a gangrene,
That lets a minority to leave the majority,
Irredeemably infected and
interred,
As heaps of garbage trashed into dumpsters.
These heaps of left-behind men and women,
Grow day by day,as pyramids of shame,
In my country of Saints and Mahatmas.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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