By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey
I am aam adami
I work in fields, factories
I struggle to save my body and soul
In resourceless villages and soulless cities
Que up for ration, buses and labour joints
To be hired and fired by our merciless masters.
I am aam adami , living in my own world
Of great expectations of tin-roof and coarse meal.
I am on margin as centre cann’t hold me
In celebration of its joys and sparkling moments.
I am reminded of my strength and history
Of majestic manoeuverings, toppling of crowns
And historic marches to my historic victory.
I rise from the ashes of history with my own shares
of pangs and penury like a ghost
from the mounds of the dead,
to march, to see the fall of another Bastille,
Another empire or government here and there.
They pamper me , fill dreams in my eyes ,
colour my imagination.
In the seasons of election, drag me to the centre
To awaken me to my own lost self and rights.
Sadly, this is true. Lakshmi
great allusions! a very nice poem indeed!!