- When I pay for food at a fancy place – An amount which is perhaps the monthly income Of the guard who holds the door open And quickly I shrug away that thought.. It dies a little
- When I buy vegetables from the vendor and his child smilingly weighs the potatoes; a small child, who should be studying at school in this age; I just look the other way.. It dies a little.
- When I am decked up in a designer dress – A dress that cost a bomb; And I see a woman at the crossing In tatters, trying unsuccessfully to save her dignity ; And I immediately roll up my car window… It dies a little
- When at Christmas I buy expensive gifts for my children; On return, I see half clad children With empty stomach and hungry eyes Selling Santa caps at red light ; I try to salve my conscience by buying some, yet …. It dies a little
- When my sick maid sends her daughter to work Making her bunk school ; I know I should tell her to go back But I look at the loaded sink and dirty dishes ; And I tell myself that is just for a couple of days…. It dies a little
- When I give my son the freedom To come home late from a party And yet when my daughter asks I tell her it is not safe ; I raise my voice when she questions – why ? …. It dies a little
- When I hear about a rape or a murder of a child, I feel sad, yet a little thankful that it’s not my child; I can not look at myself in the mirror…. It dies a little
- When people fight over caste creed and religion; I feel hurt and helpless; I tell myself that my country is going to the dogs; I blame the corrupt politicians ; Absolving myself of all responsibilities …. It dies a little
- When my city is choked; Breathing is dangerous in the smog ridden Delhi; I still take my car to work daily – Not taking the metro,not trying car pool , One car won’t make a difference, I think …. It dies a little
So when in the dark of the night, I visit my conscience And find it still breathing –I am surprised …. for, with my own hands – Daily, bit by bit, I bury it…..