I'll Be Sold Poem by Mohammad Mohi Uddin

I'll be sold; you can purchase me
At any price.

For a bigha of land?
No...
No...
Solely for a cup of tea.

Can make me an arranged witness
And a one-eyed Hakim in the Court
Bless me, Leader, I can operate anything.

Sometimes become a hired slayer
Seize other's accessories with force
Be the hero of a naked scene.

Can buy even my merit; if you desire, I compose
Pretending as a historian, a long hymn to you.
And can enslave me at a low price at a glance

Don't search me-
At college campus
At playground
At romance
Or at National Avenue

Trace me in the flock of the sold commodities.