Abhorrent Poem by Pankajam Kottarath

Evening meets dusk with its dog yawning.
Hum of mosquitoes breeding like felonies
fills the ribbed air with its brazen roar.
Pale faces with sucked-in stomachs
wait for the gruel in open settlements,
by the side of roads, in muddy slums,
on the footpaths or under the bridges,
their stares fixed at the burning fire,
while crooked minds blazing in lust,
eye at the environs as vultures at corpses
for a one time prey- naive kids often,
for their nocturnal pleasure game.
Use and throw concept catches up fast
everywhere, kids no exception

When the wintry flare of dawn
awakens the settlements
the tiny citizens might be missing
from their mothers’ clasps.
Innocence looted, ragged and torn,
like a piece of cloth
they would be lying in some dust bins
akin to yet another waste
and the predator walks away
with heaven in his head.

All this right under the nose of political realm,
an indelible shame on the human race.
How many more girls have to be crushed
before we wake up?
If the fire station itself is in fire,
who can douse the flames?