Those people in the corners of the frame
The vendors selling their wares
On dirty streets, of broken asphalt
The girl in the tattered dress
Too large for her skeletal physique
The man on the rickshaw, half clad
Ferrying indigent royalty here and there
The boy with thirteen balloons
At the windows of cars, selling
Toys for others so that they may play
The uniformed, policeman, a little out of shape
Controlling cars, buses, motorbikes
On two legs and a whistle, takes on the tykes
The teenaged boy at the corner kiosk
Pretending to be the man he is not
The woman in the black sedan
Porcelain smiles, cold even though it is hot
Feigning wealth, she may not have
Are they the everyday people you talk of
The ones in the corners of the frame
The ordinary people
With ordinary lives
Who Extraordinarily survive.
~ Swapna Sanchita
Ranchi, India
This poem is very informative and thoughtful, it tells us about what and how do ordinary people’s life are…great work!!
A thought-provoking poem. Ordinary people are marvellous innovation of Nature and its Super Master – God.