My shirt too is a shade of green
It lacks the perk and glitzy sheen
Wish I’cd wash and do a preen

The stripes on it are a lovely hue
Why I wonder it wasn’t my due?
Why is it available to just a few?

I too walk, same bricked street
Rosy cheeks and tender my feet
Why the trash can is my beat

Just as I touched a parked bike
The owner rushed in to strike
Much less own I can’t even like

Many a times I passed this shop
The vendor won’t allow me stop
Faintly sigh and my brow I mop

Someone! Throw just such a shirt
Oh! Will I be able to clean the dirt?
Shall I never be weaned from hurt?

saadat tahir
22 sep, 2k12