<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451351" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Scent of democracy! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A homeless woman squatted on the pavement<br>Empty bottle of mineral water by her side.<br>It was a hot summer noon …the stench<br>Of poverty makes me ashamed as I ride, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The swanky metro. Brooding… get off at my station, <br>Impatiently, walk as the street urchins extend hands to beg, <br>For money, for food; wonder should I buy rations<br>With dismay, saw one was hopping, had only one leg.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anger welled up against the mafia that maims these kids, <br>And trains them in art of begging, recognise the victims.<br>The so called slum dogs, with resignation and grit<br>Grow into petty thieves or whores, at the mercy of pimps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dance of Democracy reaches a crescendo.<br>Candidates come with promises and folded hands.<br>Smouldering eyes, one asked with bravado, <br>How come in the name of growth we see a helipad? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young nation, been six decades, since independent, <br>Learnt, after Kosi floods, kids sold for pennies by parents.<br>Common man’s plight worse than that of pigs and insects.<br>Live on hope and prayers, a great leader will finally resurrect…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451351" data-title="Scent of democracy! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! de Mamta Agarwal" data-description="A homeless woman squatted on the pavement Empty bottle of mineral water by her side. It was a hot summer noon …the stench Of poverty makes me ashamed as I ride, The swanky metro. Brooding… get off at my station, Impatiently, walk as the str..."></div> </div> </div>

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