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Semiotics What are these kids doing here?
Out in the cold, no warm gear.
Straying from distant land
Queer, far away from affectionate near and dear.
Game plans, open doors, emergency notes.
Yawning gaps need stoppers, urgent populace.
Kidnappers prowl through crowded roads.
Under the very law keepers’ snooty nose
Trap, lure innocent, inquisitive kids.
Parents shower, nagging children, gifts;
Pay, the pied piper of Demolition, few millions.
Had they known, the cash could have been
Well-used, invested, utilised at home.
But for the glamorous rumour
Packed in beautiful boxes to appear
as quality; buying, selling of wares. The same
could give fantastic profits. It’s investing in
the future of their children, well secure.
Dreams!
Blunders are committed with
“little knowledge is dangerous”
Warnings of relations, treated as jealous
Comments; now that they are well settled.
Tirky, Mangu, Jaggu wrote letters;
Warning, perilous path extremely hazardous.
On such occasions, walls fail to have ears.
Uproarious stream, drown cries. Wind; dry blood and tears.
Sun scorched, buried under snow, darkness engulfed souls;
Submerge messages before even faintly touching native shores.
Many are single child, naives, from well to do homes;
Enticed, waste away life in bleak cold deserts.
Interloper in wilderness
between fair men;
crime and punishment;
Scales of justice, axe freedom
for trespass.
First six months languish in prison;
Freed but clipped wings, taught phonetics.
Immense prospects; clean inns; hotel toilets.
Still better, slog slaves in restaurants for morsels.
Menial tasks, only if they were paid for but no.
Absence from intruders could lame, halt palatable
Busy social workers, lawyers, teachers, at state cost so;
Functionary devices advice the have-nots. Dilapidated laws.
Men on men, games they play; for money and power --
Flat face slay, plant games on others kids, cruelty shower.
