Cardboxes..filthy ...dirty
we pass by them everyday
to our work or to love ones..
in rain or sunshine....
Streets with rubbish around..
broken stairways...alleys
long line of waiting persons
just for some drops of water
I avoid those places..
as if my brand new car
will suffer an anxiety attack
in those polluted roads...
Ignoring all panhandlers
sometimes out of blue...
it flashes to me....
what if....there was
A parallel world somewhere
roles be switched ...
those dirty filthy hungry
faces be mine .....
And then only I fear
and realize...whatever
happens matters..
right or wrong...
don't forget ..they are
like us ..from us...
in those filthy card boxes
here and there...
people live here.....!!!!
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