A Sty Shack By The Railway Track

by Dr. Abu Siddik

Daily at noon I walk

Along a sty shack,

Made of weary bamboo poles,

Graced with a thatched roof

By an abandoned railway track.

Day and night

Children naked,

Piglets mud-coated

Till tails.

Piglets snout and smut

Children strut

And mothers under open sky

Cook and look,

Look and cook,

Soap, shampoo, oil

And skin their flesh.

Seasons change,

Trees revel, trees mourn

Pigs breed, children grow,

Parents die, pigs sold,

And days go by.

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