I Feel Sorry To See Their State (Abandoned & Left Asses And Horses) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

It pains me, pains me to see them
Loitering aimlessly, lying unemployed
And oh, jobless and unclaimed over
In this age of privatization, globalization and liberalization
In the aftermath of Mikhail Gorbachev’s glasnost and perestroika,
Handsome pay packets, packages and bands,
Golden handshaking and voluntary retirement scheme
To do money-lending and enter the corporate sector
As a business manager
Or magnet,
Falling short of a tycoon,
Confuse not with the typhoon

While on the other hand, find I the asses left and abandoned,
In a miserable state of their own,
With the flies buzzing around,
Passing their days in anonymity,
The washer men dumping them elsewhere,
Have switched over to laundries
With machine-propelled washing apparatuses
And the dry wash system,
No need to go the Ganga ghats
And come late in the afternoon
Tired and exhausted enough
With noting to give the dialogue
And say about,
‘Dhobi ka kutta no ghar ka, na ghat ka’.

So if this be the state of unemployment and joblessness
In this age of computerization,
What to say it more,
The ownerless, masterless asses, keep they loitering
Moving and straying far aimlessly
Without the job,
Without the master,
Dying on the pathways,
At the crossroads of life,
Into the bazaars
Passing their time to die,
Lying neglected, ignored and dumped,
Sick and ailing
Dying on the roads,
Even the town-area pavement and the shanty,
The sideway hutment too not for them
Already captured by the poor fellows.
Similar the condition with the horses drawing the chariot
Of the Sun God,
The kingly and ordinary carriages,
The race horses and mares,
Galloping and covering a distance
In this age of machinization,
Mechanical and technical tools and appliances,
Application, use and utility,
The carriages lie they abandoned,
The wheels thrown apart,
The horses moving aimlessly,
Neither master not the animal recognizes each other,
The stables lie they empty
And the grooms sitting with the hand
On the heads,
What to be done with?

Lastly, I would request the school and college teachers
Not to say ass to the dull and bogus or naughty students of their own
As because the number has fallen quite miserably
And the asses are scarce,
May turn into a rare species one day
Similarly the institution too will not run
If the students are not in a plenty
And mind it not, if they read too much or not,
Let them buy the degrees from the bazaar first
And then they will definitely into turn into established persons
After sitting on chair and preparing class notes,
If the murkhamanri can be a central minister,
Why not they?