#Prompt17 Landfill

The morning starts,

Not with breakfast,

A free jump into

The landfill yard.

Searching with a long stick

At times, by hand

A piece of scrap iron

Spreads smile, on otherwise

Frowning face

Like finding gold or diamond.

The empty milk sachets

Not less than a treasure

Capable of buying some

Snack for hunger.

Getting some plastic bottles,

Rubber tyres to encash

Old broken toys on a lucky day.

When the broken glass pieces pierce

It hurts less than hunger.

The tired body reaches home

No time to see the wound

And remember-

Where did it exactly hurt?

How much did it bleed?

All looks black and dirty

As the thousands of rag pickers’ future.

Is not there an answer?

The human in everyone can

Reduce, by choosing carefully                                 

And disposing thoughtfully.

To let the earth breathe freely.