Rogues

a poem by Jayati

Female deity rescue land
Bring the deprived, independence.
Show respect reverence?
In lieu pay back
Stab, humiliate, insult.
Tailor masters, garment clothes
Skilled labour, leather and shoes.
Not only trouser, shirt, stitch
Sew also human body and parts;
Naturally doctors.
Cheap workers, greedy global eyes
Pump in money, aids, advice.
High expectations for kind gestures
Obedient slaves, fair masters.
It never had to happen that way;
Cash, relief, aid, attendance, vapour away
Master tailors, high in demand
In ransom man hold man.
Rich traders, the disobedient abandon.
Dissidents, with no choice
Distress sail, in search of jobs
Pay touts “lakhs of takas”
Masters in Commerce, shelter seekers abroad
Distribute hand bills at junctions on roads;
Vend newspapers, flowers.
Rest by host unwanted, hang around aimless
Loiter, Athina street corners, Greece
Wait to pick pocket, fleece
Hand in gloves local counterparts.
Innocent tourists fall victim
Lose camera, cash, various items.
Some such rogues, rascals spread rumours
Kolkata belonged to “East Pakistan”
Before Bangladesh was born.
Sudden ire overcome; compassion fill the heart
The real rogues are but those who bring folks apart;
Bapuji’s children – because one, had a changed religion.