Ram Krishna’s poem explores the poignant contrast between national pride and the harsh reality of childhood poverty in India, for Different Truths.
At the traffic signals,
on busy roads,
little kids,
in tattered clothes,
throng my car window,
to sell colourful flags.
Their eyes sparkle,
when I buy.
The days of flag-selling
provide them tiny joys.
Why do such days not come every day?
they perhaps wonder.
I dread telling them,
these are the days
that are meant for them.
Meanwhile,
blissfully,
they are busy counting the coins,
the flags have earned them.
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