Ten Or Something!

“Ten or something”
Very fragile,
In perpetual hunger
And no dignity;
I saw thus!
I had the age of ten
I was once fragile with hunger.
And today,
Dust and fume
And hatred,
Thus he is fragile;
On the roadside,
I saw thus!
The canopy that hump overhead,
He sees an umbrella,
A shade in the heat of civilization
And he counts the feeble grass stalks
That stood with the soot
And compares in grudge
Every leaf with his tender finger”.
When the vehicle screeched,
His eyes galloped to my jaundice sight and
Representing both infidels
Asking the reason for the hunger,
Yet I was alone,
On my way to office!