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Aug 9

Like the honey bees
who even after their honey
getting plundered
and their hive broken
stick with the hive built
with a dream in their eyes
with their concerted efforts
for a better and safer future...

I see huts and shanties
demolished to build
a palace, museum or tram
or just to broaden the road
and the landless dwellers
suddenly find themselves
on the road
with a great void in their eyes,
but they don't leave the place
and continue to stick with it
using a white cloth
or blue plastic sheet
for modesty and privacy,
the huts may not be theirs,
but the whole sky is their roof
and the earth is their bed,
till they find an alternative place
to see one more small dream
and to accomplish it...