You have seen her!
Yes…the vagrant hunger stricken
Brown rusty hair girl
Shabbily clothed with
Ripped...sorry sorry...
Unfashionably ripped
Mud dusted fabric
Showing off her poverty…
And you never missed to see
That too…
Yes…her lovely jubblies
Trying to tuck behind
The torn misfit shirt
Exposing her puberty…
Now you see this too
As she stands bare footed
Right under the scorching sun
Being on tenterhooks
Awaiting just a fistful of Prasad
Right outside that divine place
In the sands of a village
That inhales and exhales
Orthodox, rites, rituals
In the name of being religious
And look there
Her feet go forward to step in
To feed the hungry tum
With the little sacrament
And lo
There she gets
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