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