O! Scavenger! I salute you!
From the core of my heart, I salute you!
You go inside the city’s sewage, when all others are fast asleep,
When the people are hitting a matchstick to light a lamp to worship their deity,
You, to test for presence of obnoxious gasses also light a matchstick in the sewage filthy.
O! Scavenger! I salute you!
Who hates you?
Who marginalizes you?
One, who is making video of farting and selling for entertainment? The one who threw the beer bottle after consuming full heart?
Everyone cleans his/her sewage keeping the door shut, And you go to clean their sewage keeping open your hut. O! Scavenger! I salute you!
There is nothing bad, nothing good,
Good, bad depends upon how one takes it on its own stride, Let there be abomination, let the people deride,
Existential necessity makes everyone to strive.
O! Scavenger! I salute you!
There was Rasik Sweeper, Like you, also a scavenger. With yearning and longing,
He prayed to SRI RAMAKRISHNA for his blessing.
Blessed he became, today his hut is ‘Sri Sarada Math – Rasik Bhita’,
A devotional place, where girls come to get Vidya.
O! Scavenger! I salute you!
The city cannot live without you.
