A gypsy was left to the mercy of God,
along with her two children in rags.
To give her hell, her husband has left her there.
Dowry or giving birth to only girls,
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an admirable poem about the gypsies, Rajendran...reading your poem, I was also reminded of Ravi Varma's painting of a gypsy mother with her children...check it out by googling and I think you'll love the painting, much as I love your poem...
With all these comforts that we are enjoying, we still have complaints about something. When thinking of our poor brothers and sisters on the street, I am crumbled into pieces...and really feeling useless and unpatriotic to my father's land.. It may be one of the many incidents..but it hurts me....Well written, Sir..