Pleasing For Many Unpleasant For Most Poem by Saptarshi Banerjee

Look at the sun,
Enjoy the rain,
But do not forget
That they do bring pain.

People without a hut,
Mass in search of food,
What joy may sun or rain bring to them,
When they all suffer the loot?

Its easy for one to enjoy;
With a shed above the head,
With food on the plate,
But who asks the one, who
Regularly struggles for a bread,
And has the footpath for the bed?

We indulge in such pleasure
Not just in our leisure,
But also in our ignorance.