Life or Death??

My dreams have the right to know

why for centuries they have been breaking

Why don't they ever come true

My hands have the write to know

Why do they remain without work all along

Why do they have nothing to do

My feet have the right to know

Why from village to village they walk on their own

Why are there no signs of a bus yet

My hunger has the night to know

Why grains rots are godowns

While I don't even get a fistful of rice

My old mother has the right to know

Why are there no medicine

Needles, dispensaries, or bandages

My children have the right to know

Why do they labour day and night

Why is there no school in sight.

My vote has the right to know

Why one day we hear big promises

And for five years, no work

My life has a right to know

If it is worthy of living without promises

Is it even equivalent to living...