Plastic and paper strewn all over
as if toys in a playground
Trying to find my way
around the pit of goodies,
This is the place i am
Oh so familiar with,
My private playground
as i love to call it.
Wish i had a home with comfort
family i lost and here i am,
My little feet
taking me as far as it can.
Looking and searching
all day along,
Bag i need to fill to the brim,
need to earn my daily living.
Filth or grime,i no longer despise
Stench, no longer revolts me
Trash, i have learnt- is part of my life
Begging and Scrounging is my job
Nine to five are not my only working hours
Always awake,always on the move
Gotta keep on going,searching…. for more loot.
Aarti @ 22/4/05