The Irony Called Life

This evening, when I waited for my bus, at the bus stand,

I saw a lady walk to the litter bin nearby, with a lunch box in her hand,
She emptied its contents into a clear polythene bag, and threw it into the bin,
Where it lay, among the trash, tucked in.

Then, a few moments after, a rag picker stopped by,
And began to fish earnestly for food in the bin when, this bag caught his eye –
He happily tore it open, and bit by bit,
He finished every last morsel in it.

Talk about irony – on the one hand there’s everything in plenty, there’s abundance,
While on the other, even the left overs make a huge difference.

Cheers!

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