An Urban Tragedy

a poem by Nirmaldasan

A boy hit by truck,
lies in a pool of blood,
the driver drives on.

A complaint is made
but police say, “It is not
our jurisdiction.”

The boy was alive
when taken to hospital
but declared ‘brought dead’.

The newspapers present
the news like an obit note
buried in a nook.

The boy’s parents shed
bitter tears; they have no cash
to bury their child.

The body unclaimed
lies in the morgue; there may be
a State funeral.