Dry and
cold wind
Shivers
the body
And the child
tightens his hands
Around
his dog
A friend who never leaves him alone
In dream
the child sees
That he
is grown up
And he is
washing plates in a dhaba
And
earning money
While
crossing the sleeping people
Rounded
in a chaadar on floor
At the
railway platform
I feel
guilty …..
I take a
deep breath and think
This is
India !
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