(101) A Catch

(101) A catch


The garbage mound in the narrow street corner
Stinks of bad odour, abominable odour,
paper bits ,vegetables and decayed parts,
dried flowers, rice balls and rotten tomatoes,
apples and garnished onions in pouches
befriend the sanitary towels titled ‘whispers’,
what do they whisper ? to whom?
crumbled to corners thrown to pieces?


He measures his steps through the garbage corner,
with a hang bang on his left shoulder, a faithful friend,
he walks meticulously through bustle and noise,
to the mound of his garbage influenced by friends of flies.
an employee of the corporation office
with a meagre pittance for his sustenance.

A glittering coin----rolls, rolls,rolls,
deep down to the bottom ,settles;
He picks up the garbage waste,
what is thrown  amidst waste,
His hand anxious to catch,
A priceless catch for the day!