Once I Came Across a Faisalabad Slum

Once I came across a Faisalabad slum, 
Garbage, mosquitoes, and flies all sum. 
Residents welcomed, inviting me to come, 
I hesitated, reluctant to sit, 
Forgetting it’s my own garbage, thrown in a pit. 

A dirty hand offered a handshake, 
While a clean hand took a break. 
The sun blazed down like a raging fire, 
Amplifying my thirst, igniting desire. 

A dirty glass offered me cool water, 
Making my ego face a slaughter. 
I felt ashamed a bit, 
Dug in the same garbage pit. 
Realized under the same sky, 
We all share the same night. 

I learned that day, behind a slum, 
It’s me standing like scum. 
Once I came across a Faisalabad slum.