Standing in front of a hill range
that pushes the sky further up,
I get a thrill and wonder
by whom and for whom
it gets such a grand make-up...!
In contrast,
standing close to a man-made
Supermarket with myriad stuffs in its belly,
I get a scare - is it a shark
to gulp up the farmers
who toil day-long in the field
and the weavers who sweat on the looms?
Instead of entering the prison of the rich
I quietly reach the old woman
who sells greens and local fruits
arranged in small heaps
Instead of buying an imported computerized lock,
I get to the teenager
who does an honest job to repair one
we inherited from our grandfather
I do not relish to buy one
and get two free –
that is a mere trick
to fuel the greed in me
and leave the poor artisan in lurch
and in debt traps merely to sigh…
A thought can’t we spare
to throw a rope to rescue one
who is sinking in the slush
of corruption of men in power
raising superdomes
to rob common man's modest homes?
A war can’t be fought nor won
with borrowed arsenal and weapon,
with FDI and raising loan after loan
a nation can hardly raise its head
where the rulers spare nothing for others
and feed on poor’s honey and bread!
