Today I Have no Takers
It registers the pain and pathos of a day labourer whose life depends on the babus who hire or may not hire him to. clean his garden or gutter.
Last night, I saw, at our Town Square,a beggar,fully naked, sitting on haunches,and madly scratching his head and sides… Tonight at Esplanadetwo beggars lyingin the most unimaginable way,heads resting on amputated hands, mouths kissing dirtamid hurrying feet,sickly legs propped ona…