Life Of A Proletarian (Quatrain) Poem by Jyoti Sunit Chaudhary

Beneath the green dense jungle, he stands tall,
The heated rays touching him seem to have awl.
Facing dreadful animals and insects, he fumbles
Path is lost in shrubs and bushes he often rambles.

Having empty stomach, a thirsty throat and an axe
He applies all his muscles to a timber and hacks.
Miserably vestured, not having anything sufficient,
He's born with the misfortune of being indigent.

Impecuniosities are inherited to him by his ancestors
And he will delegate the same to his youngsters.
For availing each of basic needs he has to strive
This is the way a wood-cutter does survive.

Each day he passes with worry of living today
His life is waiting for a bright line in dark grey
Hoping for a ray of miracle which will enlighten,
He prays Him to change the life of a proletarian