Do look at him.
Old and beaten,
By the hounds of cruel fate,
Physically, broken,
Half blind, hunch backed,
Seemingly ashamed of his
Half naked body.
His spiritual ruin
Has now begun, he begs,
He cries piteously,
Some grains of shame remain,
Slowly, silently they
Will be blown away.
Then he will belong,
To that derelict wreck
Of society, which we
Form by our callousness,
He will be called a beggar
By us,
And a destitute on
A numbered government file,
In an imposing government office.
(Composed by Dinesh K Kapila)
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(Sector 17 is the commercial hub of Chandigarh for those who do not know)
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