Village Boy
Village Boy
Waking up in cold mornings
Discomforted and my body shivering
My mouth unstoppably shaking
My body weakened and my feet trembling
As I walk through the lonely stony road to the stream
My entire body gets soaked, as the water reaches the container's bream.
I keep wondering about my dreams
As I see butterflies and hear the birds sing.
When shall my story change?
I keep wondering,
Is it true that our futures have been exchanged
For golden rings?
Is it true that our rights have been buried in our mothers' land?
Is it true that my feet are made for the village trek?
To school, I walk barefoot with my sisters.
Encouraging words we always hear from our teachers
They use to tell us that we are the future leaders
But I wonder how I can be one without even a pair of slippers?
With an empty stomach, I walk home from school.
Without slippers, not talking of shoes.
When shall I be free?
I have no clue
Because I always think differently
Like I'm such a big fool.
At night I go to bed
My eyes become red
My voice was heavier than lead
And silently, I sleep in the realm of hunger.
Punching my frustration on my pillow every night as I wonder.
Poverty if you were human, I would have put you asunder.