City Is A Jungle Poem by Arvind Srivastava

His breaths are mortgaged to the house of death
In the blink of an eye
He can become a victim of a flickering knife
He had survived the last riot

Now he has stolen bread
There are fresh marks of injury on his body
And on the stone below

He has given up trying to fight
His eyes are brimming with tears
He is looking for someone to help

Some savages have captured him
Like an animal
Their intentions don't seem right

I want to save him
The angry eyes of the policeman standing nearby
Are watching me!