The Outcast Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

While they were fighting
for food and shelter
Killing each other & sucking blood
I stood like a statue
Looking at the sky with vacant eyes
And not being of their type
I was declared outcast

It's true that I will not be there
tomorrow morning
So what if I die of hunger today
Having no shelter
and people around me,
Is it not enough that
Here now I stand with head high
And my heart vigorously beating?

To feel my presence
even for a moment
I roared till blood overflowed
from my veins
I laughed till tears rolled down
from my eyes
I sang till silence chocked
my throat

I didn't fight
And I didn't kill anyone
Even for a good cause,
I was declared coward and inhuman
And alone I died of hunger
But lived for a moment
A life to its full extend without fear,
Without a death and without a birth