Subhashchandra Adhav

Who is she ?

Who is she?

She met me in the town
With her shredded gown
I wondered “How come she is here”
She was in the village there
In the village
I’ve seen her very often during season of tillage
In the village hut was her abode
Here she dwells on footpath and road
In the city
Her companion is her scarcity
She knows neither any religion
Nor any nation, nor region
She is just like hungry stray pigeon
She can’t quench her thirst
Everywhere her emotions burst
She has become global
But treads everywhere with legs feeble
She is poverty
With misery her life-long treaty