" Low - Class - Tramps "

I’m one of

Those,

Whom you call,

Low – class- tramps.

I’m found

Everywhere,

Doing almost

Every work.

Sometimes

I’m seen

At the bus-stands,

And sometimes

At the railway station.

Filthily clad in

Noisome clobber.

Sometimes

I’m found

Carrying loads.

And sometimes

Picking up rags.

Sometimes

I’m found

Washing utensils

And sometimes

Seeking for

Leftovers

Among them.

I feed on, what

You throw away.

And wear, what

You find useless.

And yet sometimes

My clothes

Look gorgeous

For often

I pick- pockets

As

Heavy wallets

Tempt me!

And I buy

Clothes from

Second-hand marts!

The men

Of my lots

Are found

Drunk on roadsides

Sometimes

Teasing the women

Of your lots!

And sometimes

Whistling Bollywood songs.

But

Do not the men

Of your lots

Do the same?

…Well…

Perhaps…

In a

Sophisticated way!

And the women…

Of my lots

Are found

Holding a weeping child,

Begging all the while.

They,

Shy not to beg,

But you

May to give.

But still…

Some of you

Show pity

And thus

Grows their business!

I’m one of

These,

Whom you call

‘Low – class – tramps’.

Found in

Slums and ghettos

And often

Encroaching

Your lands

And the

Public pavements!

The most detestable

Yet

The most wanted

For doing

The detestable tasks!

I’m one of

Those,

Whom you call

‘Low – class – tramps’.

And

The so called‘Uncouth – rouge