Monday, August 23, 2010

Jai Haiwaan, Kaun Kissan?

I’ve sown a seed of my helpless fate,

Waiting for deliverance from this miserable existence of mine,


I grow what you eat, fruits of my labor,

All honour all respect ceased,


I toil in the fields, burn in the merciless sun, make your bread;

Enjoy it on your festive table,


Realize my troubles,

Think of me when you chew your morsel,


My beaten skin cries in agony,

My bleeding heart pains of neglect,


Am I so unnecessary?

So invisible?


My plight lies in the shadows of your bursting joy,

Your happy life is blind to mine,


The noose awaits, my only escape,

That seed I sown has borne fruit,


That poisonous vicious cycle of torment

Must draw to a close, my eyes will obey,


As my life breath escapes in a gushing bellow,

And my eyes pop to the surprise of death,


Its welcoming arms, death feels not cold,

It is the indifference that does.