There you stand

There you are, there you stand,

With your money and glory

With glitz of gold and galleons overflowing.

And there you stand, knee deep in mud

With cloths tattered and pockets draining

And still the nobles say life is tough,

And you there in dirt, snorting indifferently.

There you move, there you sit

In those swift cars and trolleys

Which move sometimes on ground, sometimes on the bodies of deprived follies.

There you sit on that barren land,

Amongst animal waste and your own betel leaf debris

And still others get affected by the storm and the rain

And cry about the heat which makes their cosmetics ineffective

There you talk, your wisdom talks

This boasts of intellectual rubbish

Which shelters murderers and molesters?

And you ask for the rights of those rapists

And there you talk, your petty talks

Where you fight for a penny more

Whereas your brothers are being slaughtered either by the government bullets,

Or being used as a shelter for the blades of the Maoist

There you eat, feed your plump skin

On a foam couch, with plumper overalls

Amidst wine tasting, you discuss how food security can be solved,

There you eat, search for food

Either in rubbish heaps

Or searching in the eyes of those aristocrats,

Where sadly the solution for food security can never be met