My word is not reaching to you
It’s getting feeble by your laughter & cheers
It gets lost by the chaos of this crazy world
Though I’m screaming in full throttle
But – it’s not reaching to your heart
Because my words are so lonely and-
You’re so lost in your own self, drowned in self obsession.
You look so superficial there’s no veracity on your face
You talk like someone else, behave like a living dead
You want more but unwilling to give a drop-
To the dying humanity;
And my words like a frail craft
I’m your intellectual property
You take my picture and move away
To practice your intellect –
You’re such a sham, venal and unashamed.
But someday when you’re tired & alone
Uncomfortable in your comfort zone –
In your sleepless, ceaseless night
Remember, I only asked for a rupee from you
One rupee- for one bread –
Just to live one more day –
of my life.