Terminal Disease

The wonderland of Alice became a nightmare.

The Cinderella of dreams became an exquisitely horrid witch.

Elsa and Anna were forgotten under the snow.

Bella never found her prince and snow white never got a kiss.

The childhood once drowned inside the world of Disney is now drowned inside the garbage pits.

Scrounging for livelihood deep inside the trash.

Once I stopped a boy, barefooted, taking his bag in one hand running towards the garbage dump;

And asked do you like to go there and he said gleefully," sometimes I find coins too in the garbage"..

The one searching for gold in Alibaba's books are searching for gold inside the pits.

Time passed we became friends and once he took me through the lanes with improper drainage to a house whose door loosely hinged and made a sound when opened.

Inside, near the Chulha, a girl barely sixteen, the Bahu of the house was cooking sizzling spinach in between the smoke.

Her hands were rough, she was the wife of Ramu's older brother.

The vermilion which adored the curves inside her hair was dripping down her nose because of the heat.

The heavy chained poverty coming from ages lay heavy on the life of these children,

With each generation carrying this terminal disease.