MY SWEAT
Educated in English convents
They made cool abodes
As their working precincts
Lawyers, engineers, doctors
Computer laurates
And smart bureaucrats
All this lucky lot
Living at money jetting fountains
Are devouring their fortunes
To downright fulfillment
I followed my father’s school
By going to the paddy fields
And dredging eight hours
For a mere fifty rupees
I never grudge my affluent brethren
For taking away every grain
Of my hand-grown produce
Leaving me with broken-rice porridge
Nor the wind and scorching Sun
For sapping my vim
With their incessant simoom
But only rue at my drawback
That my profuse, ever-oozing sweat
Is not fit to slake my thirst
Sathya……
Dear Sathya, please read Black Poet's poetry if you can manage. This piece of yours touched my heart. Really it is an excellant piece.
The words and the message contained in the words of a civilized man are always worth recommending. For there is wisdom. GW62
Sir, How well you bring out the social injustices in your poems.... they who toil in the sun don't bear a grudge against their more fortunate brethren....and yet the fortunate ones are happy sitting in their ac cubicles doing nothing for the deprived...they are busy chasing dreams of earning millions. This is India with its many contradictions. Sob! India Sob!
dear sir, what a write this is.......how well you have penned...........last week i was wondering the same things about the carpenters who did my house....it was sad..and they are so talented..good write sir
Apart from the harsh realities brought out by this poem, -it also made me to pause and think! I thought of Longfellow's Village Blacksmith, who lived & toiled by the sweat of his brows to earn his day's honest living! And he looked a man straight in the face - for he owed no man! -Raj Nandy
bhayya its a great write indeed a bitter reality of life...thanks for sharing ++10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truth.......I like the second paragraph.