As an offspring of science, born in a metal house
I've grown baby-soft but thinner than a wafer
Brought up in markets, I turned a Romeo myself
You push all sorts of shopping-sundries into me
Till my cream-white or pitch-black belly turns heavy
At home, you starve me; take me to the brink of death
Stuff me again, but, with all the rubbish left-outs,
Toss me up callously into sullied streets or gutters
Yet again, my feeble frame is chucked out into a bin
I mix unmixed in that hellish heap of horrid stink
Either to become a bitter swallow of the roaming cattle
Or to be blown out of bin, like a crumpled ball
I run over the road rolling, floating and dashing
Whether my flight makes an amusing sight or not
At last, like a small devil among others of my genus
Over the deserted flatlands by the pretty sky scrapers
I settle till I am buried, sans death, sans redemption!
(sbthummuri@gmail.com)
