The artists impartiality
Of their craft's integrity
Is their profound gift
May it set us all free-
& Vanquish all anxiety.

When each page is blank, and book empty
Its full with potential's entierity.
Our real gift is sweet opportunity
To create and contrive
Fearlessly.

Its in our art we become who we wanted to be
With truthfull eyes we garentee
That you'll one day begin to see

The artist's impartiality.

औरों को दे महल बनाकर
ख़ुद झोपड़ में रहता है
बात करें हम आज श्रमिक की
जिसकी व्यथा न कोई समझता है।
      
      भर के आँखों में सपने
       वो गाँव छोड़कर आता है
       शहर की चकाचौंध भरी दुनिया में
       ख़ुद को अनजाना पाता है
       सारे दर्द समेट के अंदर
       बाहर से मुस्कुराता है
       बात करें हम आज श्रमिक की
       जिसकी व्यथा न कोई समझता है।

जेठ की जलती गर्मी हो
या हो जाड़े की मार
मुश्किल भरे हालातों में भी
न माने कभी वो हार
चंद मज़दूरी की ख़ातिर
दिन रात वो मेहनत करता है
बात करें हम आज श्रमिक की
जिसकी व्यथा न कोई समझता है।
      
       परिश्रम करता सबसे ज्यादा
       फिर भी दुत्कारा जाता है
       करोड़ों कमाने वाले मालिक से
       ख़ुद समय पर पगार न पाता है
       फिर भी करता न उफ़ कभी
       चुप-चाप सब सहता जाता है
       बात करें हम आज श्रमिक की
       जिसकी व्यथा न कोई समझता है।

मजबूर हो गए आज श्रमिक
जब कोई मदद न करता है
वापस अपनों से मिलने
वो मीलों पैदल चलता है
पैर में पड़ गए मोटे छाले
फिर भी उसके कदम न हारे
देख के ऐसी हिम्मत उसकी
ख़ुद कहर भी दंग रह जाता है
बात करें हम आज श्रमिक की
जिसकी व्यथा न कोई समझता है।

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                 Labor agony

Make others a palace
He lives in a hut
Talk about labor today
No one understands the agony ..
Dreams in all eyes
He leaves the village
In the dazzling world of the city
Finds himself a little unknown
Inside all the pain
Smiles from outside
Talk about labor today
No one understands the agony ..
Hot summer
Or be winter
Even in difficult conditions
Never believe that every
For the sake of a few wages
Day and night he works hard
Talk about labor today
No one understands the agony ..
Works hard the most
Is still rebuked
From a boss who earns crores
Do not pay on time
Never does oops ever
All is silent
Talk about labor today
No one understands the agony ..
Today the workers were forced
When no one helps
To go back to the village
He walks for miles
Thick ulcers in the leg
Still don't lose his steps
Seeing this courage
Amber also bends down
Talk about labor today
No one understands the agony of ...

Is everything the way you thought before?
Has nothing changed,
The lessons learnt
Forgotten the very next day?
Is perspective still the same way
The memory is disappearing
Life is moving on
Time won't slow down
Am i still the old me,
I dont feel changed at all.

He never sings in stadiums
There are no curtain calls
He follows his musical heartstrings
That leads him to village halls.
Singing songs for a living
And he'll tell you he wrote a few
His love it is for music
And he is out there singing for you.
He travels around the country
Performing one night stands
He never makes much money
And he hasn't got a band.
He was never there with the big names
They just gave him a little slot
Then he doesn't  care for all that fame
He is happy for all that he has got.
Now he's been around for fifty years
And still doing his same kind of thing
His fans they are still out there
So he thanks them for everything.