We used to live in a rented home,
Beside a garbage dump
Where kids used to roam
Yellow frogs used to jump
The terrace was cemented
With peeling paint
But I was contented
I had no complaint
Iron rods jutted from the terrace
I ran barefoot flying kites
I ran in ways reckless
Enjoying the small delights
Every morning kids swarmed the dump
Hunting the waste with hawk-like eyes
One stood on a tree stump
And suddenly spotted a prize
It was a used shampoo container
But seemed precious to him
The child was no grumbler
He peeped across its rim
Several others joined him soon
They danced in delight
It was a summer afternoon
And the most beautiful sight.
Niharika Prasad
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