Those That Have Not
Does it not feel wrong
That I have got it all
What I need and what I want
and some haven’t, not even what they need most
How I live my life surrounded by comforts
And some have been denied their share of air
The universe is infinite they say
Yet, there are some who have been denied
Their share of space, their share of life
Is the universe so unfair?
Does it not have space, air, and grains for them?
I don’t know, it sounds a bit arrogant
but it bothers me a bit
Doesn’t it bother you?
Just a little bit
Think about it.
I’ve been loved and betrayed
Called a freak, fattu
I have been chased by people
I have been experimented upon (yes, imagine that, being someone’s lab rat)
I have been admired and made fool of
I have been rejected
I have been laughed at, made fun of
I have been unheard
I have been let down
And I survived all of that
With a straight, even blank face,
Sometimes with a smile and silence
Sometimes with an act of compassion
Sometimes with a rhyme or a song without music
And today, in this moment
I am still myself, honest to my existence, my god
And it is what makes me me
It makes me great.
If forgiveness could grant forgiveness
I would forgive all
But even if I can find the courage to forgive all
How will I forgive myself?
She knew she had to escape
There were two lives at stake
Her master wouldn’t let her go
He held on to her passport.
So she ran while he slept with his wife
Shivering, desert wind is cold at night
Until she reached her home in the foreign land
But her people treated her worse than strangers do
They charged her for absconding and put her in jail
Where she remained for nine days
In fear, that her master might find her
Desperate to get away
And she finally did and came back to her country
Where she lives in a tent on a field
And is constantly bothered about how she will feed her master’s child.
Every rose renders joy,
Every affectionate word instils pleasure,
Every morning brings light,
Every mother gives life,
O lord, make me strong enough
To love everything
Yet, desire nothing.
O there, my friend
Wherever you are in the midst of this infinite verse
Alone, or with someone
A friend, a foe, a stranger
I want to tell you
That my eyes have shed your tears,
Of joy and woe,
I have lived you
So I want you to live
As yourself, for me, and more for yourself
Until death takes away your life
From this world
And from me
(your death will be mine too)
Or mine from you.