The Sweeper Lady With A Loadful Of Human Excreta Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

While going to school,
Passing through the connect way,
Red soiled and brownish,
I used to meet the sweeper ladies,
The cleaner ladies,
Toilet cleaners
With the iron tin plate containers
Full of human excreta,
Going with
Placed overhead
Or set onto the wheelbarrows
Being dragged or pulled
To be cleaned and emptied
Into the municipal garbage heap,
I used to see
Passing through the way,
Perspiring and sweating,
Taking a break from,
Resting under of
The shade of the tree
And going their ways
With a stench taking over,
Spreading all around,
A foul smell intolerable,
But they toiling for the stomach,
The hunger of the belly
Even though human like us.