I Feel Sorry Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I indeed feel sorry for as and when I see them loitering,
Lying useless and abandoned on the roads,
Unemployed and jobless,
Oh, those horses, mares, ponies and asses
Out of jobs and jobless
In the modern age of machines,
Globalisation, privatization, commercialization and digitalization,
As the people shake the hands not so easily,
Ever ready for a golden handshake
With a lump sum of money and offers
As for to make you retire voluntarily.

And on finding them picking grass somehow, feel I sad indeed
As once those used to draw carriages
And the washer men used to go to the river or pond ghat
With the bundles of clothes as for to wash these
But now they are counting the days of anonymity,
Without name and fame,
Left to their poor destitute and destiny,
Oh, those abandoned horses and asses!

There was a time when I used to see them in their heyday
And there came a time when saw I them abandoned and jobless
Loitering on the roads and footpaths without any master to claim for
And as thus the number dwindled
And now-a-days find I not
And what more to say to you
About the modern master who cares for none
But himself,
The proud master of the universe,
Clutch the globe into your hands,
As the mobile man says it, the man with the handset.