seemingly
those who laugh
and commit an injustice in you
are invincible
as you sit in one lousy corner
as they ride in their fancy cars
you surrender
they win, they have all the money now,
they flaunt their wealth
party in their mansions
with their families: so many blessings
more grandchildren
more investments
a friend of power
all political allies
and hence you surrender as they have everything
and you have nothing
one day lightning strikes
they are all hit in one flash and the house burns all day
no one can go inside the high fence
and you the outsider simply look how things have changed
how the oppressors die
how injustice ends
how a new possibility flourishes like a flower on the sand
at noon
an old man asks if you are finally vindicated
if you like the way things flowed
if you like to take the flower on the sand to be kept in your palm
the way invincibility is finally destroyed
somehow creates a breathing space for your sick lungs
clogged with indifference and hatred
you have nothing and you walk away
you do not like everything here
and you do not need revenge
not even justice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem