Two little kids,
Covering
Their,
Malnourished bodies,
With a dupatta,
Walking,
With a spring
Bare-foot,
Gawking,
At the,
Towering buildings,
Mesmerised,
Where,
Mindless displays,
Of Scarce energy,
In halls and lobbies.
Whereas hovels,
Opposite,
Remain dark,
And unlit.
Lanterns, lights,
Put on,
French windows,
For ushering,
In New Year.
Pretty ladies,
In slim-fit sheaths,
And I-Pods,
Men in Jackets,
And branded
Leather shoes,
CK fragrances,
Driving off,
In a chauffeur-driven sedan,
For splurging,
On the,
High-calorie food.
Without bothering,
For the,
Poor, hungry people,
In unhealthy slums,
Waiting to get,
A two time-meal,
Which will,
Help them live and sustain,
In this big world.
© Srishti Sharma
Incisive and unflinching ,the poem lays bare the manifold contradictions and injustices of globalised consumerism.A timely reminder amidst all the contrived self-indulgence.