Born deep in one’s heart
Struggling in the present,
Although lived peacefully in the past.
Neither men nor money
Has bestowed me justice
For an honest man,
I have become the cause of all worries,
In many incarnations I did arrive
In tales, legends and epics
Like Raja Harishchandra or Gandhi’s ethics.
People don’t realize-
I am a vivacious essence
My tragedy is that
I am too meagre for the riches
My primeval status is lost,
After I began to be
Bought and sold in cash and coins!
Power, Paisa, Public
A fake replica of mine
Reigning in every social realm
I feel so sorry…
For people with virtues who have lost their dreams!
My false worship is a terrible irony
The more I am preached
The less I am practiced
For the wretched I am as bright as gold
The sumptuous measure me
In terms of carat sold!
Had I a voice I would express
My protest against cruel torments
But where are my friends?
Am I a phantom for them too??
Or lucrative greed, fear and lust have overcast me?
I am the eternal truth
Who is patient but not silent
But today I have enough reason to lament
For my destiny, I often mourn,
Because no one to be my friend,
For friend I have none..
~ Rini Barman
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