Outside the  rut  

you  walk through many on  the platform

Sidelining sleepers, hawkers  and pavement

Dwellers sleeping and  eking out their precarious

Living; a day gone is a   day risked and   wisked

Away  by  Time and  its subtle doings ;

Here is one  among many  previous night itself

Flanked by  bed-sheet all torn and through

Gaps  a possibility of  widening the decored

Looks  further and   further.

. All for  ration  rice  and oil and  kerosene  to

make  the poor hearth warm  and   burning; 

Stale commodities,yet luxury  for them   now  

Their tent now and    living mode Who cares

Whether  he belongs to the  suburban or same

Vicinity or from inside, All  the   same, belly

Pinches and  one  has to go  on, a  mechanical

Local newspaper  reporter clicks , All over,