I'm worst a bloke - to feel, to look, to hear;
In descent, colour, caste and in each kind...
A human being of me I do abhor
With all - my eyes, my ears, my heart and mind.
Yet I can't live if not on garbage stacks -
The civic wastes, for me, big assets' worth;
And with all verve, I carry in jumbo sacks
The everyday source of my life and growth.
Feel not for me if you can't make me like you.
Let me be with my nasty companions
Midst putrid dumps from winter to the dew
And die with my unheard unhappy moans,
Lest, like your scraps changing form, I should be
Recycled by God to be a human of me !
-N. P. SAMAL
Fantastic explain on Life 🧬😍sir
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