With Anger Poem by Bhupesh Balakrishnan
With Anger
When I see her toil hard,
helping the cars get parked,
under the hot sun,
selling fruits and vegetables,
under the cold weather,
doing government surveys,
covering distances by foot,
carrying pots of muddy water,
in deserts and villages,
Mr.Corrupt Politicians and Mr.Corrupt Officers,
Mrs. and Mr.Well Educated for bribing everyone,
With Pride, I say,
that, she is more honest,
than all of Us!
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