T/W- Descriptions of poverty
Park Street haunts me
The bright lights on Christmas
The used book stalls
The artists on the road, saying help me
Under drawings that would see even museums
And go viral on YouTube
The coffee shops and the handloom stores
Stand proudly resilient
In an area with fast fashion swallowing the booths
Outside which under shades
Sit old women in sarees with babies sleeping in their laps
The sounds of coins clicking against their empty steel glasses
Follows me
And I wonder how to help them the most
Beyond a coin or two
And so I look for a NGO
To escape Park Street,
And just remember it’s beauty
Beyond the children selling unsustainable balloons
On the streets.
Author’s Note: Happy festive week! This is just a small homage to my city and a request that we do all we can to help each other. Whether it’s checking up on a loved one, sharing a NGO, buying fair-trade or supporting a local craftsman, or anything else, this week, while we celebrate our culture, let us uplift someone with us, if possible. I am unwell, so updates will remain sporadic, apologies, and you can read more of my work at Muses_Saga. Thanks for sharing this poem!
Looking for a charity to support? Share about, work with, or donate to- FemFuture Collective Foundation to help a menstruating person this Navratri/Durga Puja.
