Unanswered Question Poem by Sheshu Babu

A child walking on the road
With father one day asked:
"Dad! "
look at those laborers build
Mansions with their flesh and blood...
And yet, they live in slums
No proper hut to shelter in heat or storms...? "

Father remembered asking similar query
To his own parent whose reply was wary...
"Exploitation! EXploitation! Lad! "
which he couldn't understand
As he was too young to comprehend
The situation on hand


Turning to his child, after a pause long,
He uttered, "you'll learn as you go along...
You will know the reason
As life goes on and on....! "