The Fight Poem by Dhiren Doley

I must acknowledge that
He is powerful
And his power doesn't rely upon whether
We acknowledge it or not
During the course of our whole fight
He made a mistake
I will tell you how.
No invitation, no expectation
That's the way he comes to many
He told he decides my future
He prepares my future pains
He would hide happiness from me
And create a scarcity of smiles
He told there wouldn't be flower
To be put at my grave
I replied, everything said would be remembered
Numbered and worth fighting
Then I remembered the Burusuti River
I remembered Tongani River, her newly reached puberty
I remembered River Luit
All their madly flood, the way I played with them
The way their waves surrendered to my childhood arm
I remembered the darkest of all dark nights
When I was out to find the astray bull
I remembered the Elephant-Apple tree, how I slipped
Again and again but never returned until I plucked the fruits
For my mom's sour fish soup
I remembered the dusty and terrible storms I faced
When everyone went home, I blew like balloon.
I take the bull by the horn, I told.
He was upset, angry; decidedly angry
He put pain in me, I received with smiles
He touched my father and robed everything
I was almost naked but never lost myself
Each night was darker than the previous
But I new the sun was not so far
My plate was empty but never sold my stomach
My lips were dry, cracked and painful
But to stop smiling was more painful
Each winter was more cruel than the predecessors
But never let my heart get cold
I was mocked but never planned a revenge
He touched everything and tried all ways he could
He breathed storms out to blow my father's poor hut
Opened all the gates of pain and hunger
To trample me under the dust
I was almost gone, lost in the rain
I whispered to myself "everything is going to be OK."
Then started collecting in fist of my warring hands
The rain
The dusts
Every drop of my mother's tear
The particles of the fog that blinded my path
I started baking, shaping and reshaping
Then I crushed each ball I shaped
Wow, that was the beginning, re-beginning actually
Learnt to rise up again
Learnt turn things into opposite shape
Frustration to hopes,
Hatred to love,
Loneliness to reflection
Rejection to acceptance
All things became different,
Every effort he made failed
His name is Mr. Poverty.
He made a mistake, a mistake of understanding
That I cannot be defeated by fear
That I can speak with loneliness
That I prefer current water and billowy sea!