1 Flouting all rules, flats are built touching the sky
Not leaving an inch of
space in between;
A concrete jungle grew
without a patch of green
Like tower of Babel with
so many floors high;
A huge mass of
unmanageable garbage grows
Who manages this bulky
waste, everyone knows.
2 Driven by poverty they accept their
lot
To do this dirty work
which none prefers to do
A daring, noble service, in every sense true;
Collecting wastage and
sorting them from every flat;
People consume and throw
away in reckless ways
If garbage is not
cleaned, can they happily stay?
3 Even for a moment we can’t bear to
stand
As stinking garbage
trucks pass by;
We pause our breath and
even to sigh
They sift dark garbage
with their hands;
Sometimes, even without
gloves and how hard
Is it to do this menial work, Oh God!
4 Right from early morning till eve
They have to be on the
move collecting waste
Spending their time in
trucks in horrible state;
Ever exposed to stench;
one can’t conceive
How they bear and breathe
such unhygienic air
With no safety measures,
meseems unfair?
5 Their only world- huge mounds of
garbage
Surrounded by bundles of
dank refuse;
To get used to such
state, one should be a recluse;
Transcending sense-bound
mortal stage;
No sense of abhorrence in
them we find
No trace of aversion or
irritable mind.
6 Working for hours amidst
foul-smelling mess
Who is there to help them
if they fall ill?
Who is there to pay their
hospital bill?
To relieve them from
economic strain and stress
Free medical care and
free food they should get;
Collectors of garbage to their fate should not be left.
7 They should be paid promptly their
meagre wage
So many times, they
helplessly complain
Of their pending dues;
How can they maintain
Their families? Belittle not their image
or spurn; realize their vital role and take proper
care
Of their health with safety measures and their
welfare.
8 Though humble it may seem, they serve
a lot
To make us live in
comfortable ways;
Their vital role indeed
none can replace
With true patience and
tolerance, they act;
But who can purge our
greed and mental garbage?
Who can flush out our
vices and verbal wastage?
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