Indian Litterbug

I am bee-ing on the streets,
Looking for the heap..
Wondered it would be tough like a foreign land, 
Held my view in each corner I stand.. 

Bit by bit lying on the floor, 

Some picked, some strolled unknown...

Smells so nasty I hold my breath,

Switch my steps to avoid unrest.. 

I will still throw litter on humanitarian grounds, 

Curse the hidden and blame the norms.. 

Grab your shoes and play safe around, 

I am a spectator following the crowd.. 

Sweep around and throw in bushes, 
Cover with dust and bury the wishes.. 
Stamp me Litterbug, fleeing on the streets, 
I owe the people who got inspiration from me..
 

Throw and litter, no thanksgiving 
I am a Litterbug flaunting my
Filthy living.