Juthan, Left-Overs Of Food Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The left-overs, scraps of food
To be thrown to the garbage
Or to be drained out or dumped elsewhere,
This too is not in her destiny
Of the poor woman,
For her work what does she get it,
Not even the stomachful food
To quench the fire of the belly,
A poor woman born with a very poor lot
Unable to eat, drink and dress,
What more to say it,
To wash the plates, collect the juthan
Her life and to live upon the left-overs
Her poor destiny, so distraught and dishevelled?