Inevitable Reality Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Inevitable reality,
Our hunger,
Our thirst.
Inevitable reality,
King's laugh and joke
And mockery statements.

Where are we, men,
With our improbable
Ideas?
And for how long
Experimenting our life
We would go on?

No flowering plant,
No vegetable soup,
And nothing is with us.
The king's men all
Here to loot.
Towards dark night
We are proceeding,
How unfortunate we are!

We are not able to
Harvest our own crops!
How unlucky we are!
We are not able to
Utter our mother tongue,
We are not able to
Read and write our
State official language,
The barriers are
The king himself
And his corrupt courtiers.