Thursday, March 10, 2011

Chh..Chhh...!!

"Old man dies....
Who dug and sold soil,
Ten bucks for ten hours.
Perhaps couldn't toil,
lift and walk any more."
I heard her say
"Chh..Chhh...!!"

"Street urchin trampled...
Who sold paint brushes
in the scorching sun,
came under the wheels,
painting them crimson "
I heard her say
Chh..Chhh...!!

"Slums caught fire....
Where sleeping dwellers slept,
not one left, so no one wept,
Appears to be a short-circuit
in an otherwise dead wire."
I heard her say
Chh..Chhh...!!

"Two siblings succumb....
Survived by a sick mother,
School closing was an ordeal.
Thanks to Telangana protests,
they lost their mid-day meal."
I heard her say
Chh..Chhh...!!

Mom had warned,
as mothers often do,
" I told you, didn't I ?
Don't step out. It rained.
You slipped ?"
I heard her say again
Chh..Chhh...!!

"The same expression !"
So easily blurted.
Just feel, utter and forget
What compunction !
Chh..Chhh...!!

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