The Pain Of A Drain Poem by Namita Rani Panda

When I was born
to me though not known,
History says I was born and well groomed
during the Mahenzodaro and Harappan civilizations.
Like their hearts so neat and clean
as ugly thoughts were drained, never to be seen
their chief concern was to see me gleam!
Now I am uncared and open to stink
as civilized citizens feed me garbage up to the brink,
when their cores are packed with garbage
How can I expect them to think of my privilege?
For cleanliness campaign they take high sounding pledge
But they're ever ready to come forward for their own advantage,
They boast and say, "Cleanliness is next to godliness"
But they never hesitate to build mountains of garbage
In front of their neighbours' houses
Everything is treasured on pen and paper
No one ever thinks in my favour
When I suffer with suffocation and in great pain
They blame the government but from their misdeed they never
refrain
No one is ever conscious of the fact
that on my cleanliness depends their fate!
Can my life again be cleaner and better?
So that men's life will be healthier and safer!