With each new day, I start once more
The salty sea air my perfume
My riches are strewn on the shore.
Your waste is my treasure
Your thrash brings me pleasure.
You use and throw,
My mountain of joy grows.
Crumpled candy wrappers
Like diamonds, they shine
The candy, your child’s reward
The wrapper, mine.
A broken pen I use to write
Letters never known
A string of beads I carefully put away
Something to call my own.
The sun shining down on me
As I go through the day
Wading through the debris of your discard
I make my way
Picking and choosing what I deem fit
Weighing, measuring, what I’ll get for it.
This is my kingdom
I am the Queen
This is where I reign,
*Traveling makes me focus on things I overlook in day-to-day life. On one of my travels a while ago my gaze settled on a bunch of ragpickers who were having a gala time comparing their picks of the day. Their carefree laugh and banter inspired this poem.
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This is so beautifully written….
Thank you, Janaki.