As he became 'A Man'

 

It was drizzling outside,

As my bus arrived.

Mumbai as always was at its humid best!

I got into an auto, to reach home,

A little boy came to me

 With his glassy eyes 

And naked torso,

He extended his palm to beg. {So!}

I gave him a ten rupee note

His cardboard face parted to smile,
I looked at his gleam as he ran, in his spree.
My rickshaw took the by pass,
 { I could still hear his glee}

 His family resided under the bridge,

 His mother combed her sticky hair,

 His siblings roamed nude,

 His father played sexual games with his sister
As he returned to his world {crude!}.

The little boy pranced around  his mother,

He waved the ten rupee note.
 I saw him become a man from a boy

He danced in overjoy.

I live in a country where when people,
 Are capsized in the waves,
 The heroes tweet their heroic words,
{ As the army die conducting their saves!}

Its a good common topic right?!
When the government forget to inform.
Yet the bureaucrats have a sound sleep.
{...My father struggle day & night.} 

I live in a country, where when a cricketer steals,

He hits off to a pilgrimage to wash off his sins

He hides behind his rich to be wife's veil.
Its all ok as life goes on. {its normal sail}

I live in a country where the school goes on, 

When little kids die in rain.

I live in a country where 53 die eating their regular lunch,

Spiked with pesticide,
 As their illiterate teacher didn't know any better,
{She ignored the screaming kids hunch!}

I live in a country where nirbhaya's boyfriend returns,
 To claim his share of fame,
When her name is still not exposed.
{ After all its our country's shame!} 

I live in a country where the husband finds it easy,
To fling acid on his wife's face 

and chop off her fingers.
{"what! she didn't have enough grace!"}

I live in a country where the people mourn more for a Chinkara's death.

I live in a country where the young voice up to social abuse

As the old still live muttering under their breath!

I live in a country where my maid smiles more than me,

Even after all  her chores.
{I live in a country where people still scream more for cricket scores.}

I live in a country where a boy of six becomes a man.
I live in a country where a boy of six takes the responsibility of his clan!

Beautiful isn't it?!   

 

 I see all this and more when I come home, with my whole country being the way it is I just realize what a ten rupee note is as a boy of six becomes a man, and I at 23 am yet not ready!