I drove my Mercedes-Benz car
Through the grimy street,
That reverberated with the jingling bowls,
And I selected her, the poorest of the poor,
A shriveled form, a live corpse,
And I gave her ten rupees as alms,
And entreated God to bless me in return,
To get my road project sanctioned fast,
And fulfill my long-cherished dream
For a luxury villa in the most coveted area,
Regardless of the back spraining potholes
In the dust swirling roads.
………. Dr. Fathema Begum
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