Museum - 2 Poem by gopichandnagasuseela Suseela

Museum - 2



Glass eyes tender age

Hunger revolving on tender ages

Casting inquisitive looks

Their lips instead of milk

Smack smoke from cigarette butts

Signs of growth! or eagerness to grow?

Poking garbage heaps with sticks

Filling the sack with paper bits and plastic bottles

When the bag is heavy

Rush to near by waste dump

To sell their collection of selections

For a hand full of coins

Insufficient to fill their stomachs

Living - where earning itself is a play

Their lives will end by their poverty

Where they come and where they disappear

Remain a mystery through out man’s history



These are the days where street dogs and street children double

In numbers and we rarely think of cause and effect

We are afraid of rabbis and think of street dogs

But what dangers are hidden from street children


midnight children end on pavement

Or their lives bring millions


But the fate of midnight children remain the same

Recessions can’t affect them

The cycles of history and civilization

Made them stand stiff and their gallery increased!