i exist amidst a thick overgrowth of luxury & ...

i exist amidst a thick overgrowth of luxury

and a dense undergrowth of affluence-

i can touch, feel and gape in wonder

but i have no rights at all to enjoyment-

yes, i am a slave girl born to toil and clean;

showered in abuses and punishment

with restless bones and sleepless eyes-

my dreams too scare me to death-

and in the palatial houses with hundred doors

i have no gates open for me to breathe my free air-

i could feel the stench of prosperity and gold

suffocating me to death and hell-

o how i wish to cry my heart out to a real dear soul-

god, grant me the penniless life of a poor

to kiss the dust of my distant earth

shouting my joy of a carefree pastoral bliss!

--s.chandra kalaadhar

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