September On Jessore Road – Allen Ginsberg

September On Jessore Road by Allen Ginsberg Millions of babies watching the skiesBellies swollen, with big round eyesOn Jessore Road–long bamboo hutsNoplace to shit but sand channel ruts Millions of fathers in rainMillions of mothers in painMillions of brothers in woeMillions of sisters nowhere to go One Million aunts are dying for breadOne Million uncles […]