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2015-11-01T10:12:40+05:30
Our Dream Clean India

The daily visit of the Sweeper, 
Pushing the cart with dust bins..... 
What a welcome sight; 
Soon the garbage; 
Will be out of sight! ! 
The smelling bin 
Left overnight 
Foul smelling sin! ! 

The potent group this 
With each area; 
Each four street..... 
Under that smiling, 
middle aged woman's rule..... 

Caps having 'OUR DREAM CLEAN INDIA' 
I love to see this woman; 
To me It represents many tearful days 
When I wished and dreamed 
Of clean India 
With rich civic sense 

That I need not feel sad 
I live in this place 
Where the stagnant water 
Between plots, With clogged drainage 
With plastic papers 
Green and pink 
Bloat, float and stink...... 

Where the muddy waters reflect the Sun... 
The shine is refracted blue, green...... 
The bulbous water hyacinth float 
The white Lotus with green pair of leaves, 
Humble float, In groups 
As if it were a seating arrangement 
Waiting for the goddess of knowledge 
To arrive, sit and play her slim and slender fingers 
To evoke an enchanting magic! ! 

I watch the lady doing her daily duty... 
It is her cap that lights hope 
In my paranoid self; 
I smile....a wee bit secretly.... 
'OUR DREAM CLEAN INDIA' 
The spreading dream..... 
In every Indian heart..... 
A promise kept in every ward 
Under the Corporation's rule..... 
Fulfilling the promise, 
To make our dreams come true! ! 
'CIVIC SENSE' enhanced....

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