for the daily bread

Image courtesy: lijo jose

i never knew that india was shining
that the economy is growing
that FDI is coming
that the stock market is booming

but i knew that the rangers are rude
for the blades of grass i take
that there are thorns and snakes
and wild cats that are awake

but my baby is crying and the
night is cold, the babus are not
coming back with their shiny smiles
and the ballots are gone
and i am left alone
to gather the daily crumbs
of bread