It's been raining bad, animals sad,
This isn't Noah's flood as such.
Humans treat their own as shit,
They certainly can't expect much.
These are strays just like the kids,
That line the city of incessant joy.
If you've got looks you sell that,
After the orgasm kids annoy.
Crying jags judder in vain,
Pain and blood the only surity.
At night it's groping time,
In the sex starved holy city.
Struggle a bunch but still munched,
Defenceless on the street.
Just like this dog and cat,
Poverty is chained to their feet.
Chance of a sanguine world,
They can only vicariously peek.
From outside the tightly shut doors,
Many oliver twists in poverty reek.
False promises and hard labor,
Most don't get even paid.
Prayers, blessings and beatings,
Never a square meal instead.
Just how this city works,
Whims scarcely a confident thing.
The durga puja is almost here,
More woes to the homeless bring.
