Oranges and Apples

What are those oranges and apples!
the hues and juice
to tempt , to tantalise,
what do they matter to those
destitutes, the rag pickers,
the platform dwellers,
the colour of their life
is their karma,
yet they don this
colourless tattered patches,
uniform for their appendage;
when karma teases, bugs,
their relished juice is their
porridge of ration rice,
yonder, I see a woman ,
heavy on her head is a
basket full of oranges , apples,
to be sold, not to suffice
her flat bellied hunger.
Her life is colourless.