He is not more than thirteen
When boys of his age
Would be in class VII or VIII
In any school public or private
He scavenges garbage
The boy at the city dumpsite!
He wears a torn pant on his waist
Carries a tattered shirt on his back
He smells of the odors he handles
He smells of the rot he tramples
He mingles well with the dirt
The boy at the city dumpsite!
In his struggle to live
In his desperate search for food
He trudges through the slush
Expelled matter, human stuff
Living his unlucky boyhood
The boy at the city dumpsite
Xavier Bage
Mon, November 07, 2016
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