The Rocks Of Humanity Poem by Ravi Kopra

I have seen the world
Where beside huge sewage ducts
Children plays with a goatlings
And they grow up together.

This world is of
Tin-sheets-shacks dwellers.
They have no mosquito nets
Nor are they afraid of insects.

The roofs of the shacks are
Pieces of plastic wickered together.
The children live there with parents
There is no ground for them to play.
The poverty doesn't make them sad.
They seem to accept this way of life.

Since birth they adapt
Themselves to live such a ife.
Some strange power gives
Them a push to live like this.

Summers come, summers go
Dangerous storms they face
Their shacks go into pieces.
But the next moment they erect
Them there once again.

These people are rocks
Of humanity. They challenge
And wrestle calamities.
To these brave people
I offer my salaams.