Poet<\/figcaption><\/figure>\nNarad Pokhrel\u00a0<\/strong>
\nPennsylvania, USA<\/strong><\/p>\nI am reading between the lines.
\nRead, and re-read
\nFor long, almost more than two decades
\nand finally dare to write
\nwith great courage of all.
\nThe tale of the sweet, small city
\nPoisonously transforming
\nin to the tale of the garbage city.
\nTo tell you the truth
\nand the bitter reality.
\nMany are earning
\nwith humble charity
\nand made my home, your home
\nthe biggest trash can.
\nJam-packed of date expired food
\nand full of date expired medication.
\nThese are brought not to throw
\nbut to give away to eat.
\nAnd tons of stinky vegetables
\nAnd tons of rotten fruits
\nAs they claim the freshest of all.
\nBUT!
\nWho cares of sickness?
\nNeither you, nor I!
\nwho dare to speak or question?
\nNeither you, nor I!
\nInstead!
\nWe all are busy receiving,
\nWe all are busy getting.
\nAnd glad of all, to get all these
\nBecause it is free.
\nThe end<\/p>\n