Friday, October 9, 2009

a slumdog beauty

looking out of my hostel window
i saw her quite distinguished
from the group,
as she tries to adjust her sherwani
but fails to escape
from the shifty eyes
of the leader.

she hasn't yet touched eighteen
but the time has made her
to look so,
even if she has no right
to glow
she tries very hard
to walkout the overload.

and time goes on
from morning to evening
some times at night,
loading weight on head
more than herself,
just to eat and live.

sitting at my study table
i thought a lot,
but couldn't give answer
to my heart
what is her fault.

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