THE CRIES OF WILDERNESS

Under your feet and let me be

the oases have bitten the dust

and the assumption has been uprooted 

by your cold-blooded clean hands.

but those laws once gave me paws

and I was on a wild goose hunt,

the immortal hunt of equality.

Day dreamer, and let me be.

Coming near I winced again

and refined my views if it was a mirage

Very likely, destiny played the expected game

The deserts of democracy taught me its phases,

It differs for high class to low class

as FIRST RATE to FRUSTRATE.

A man of straw, and let me be.

Broken legs, damaged parts

and it’s over under Britishers

But being under one’s own society

breaks courage and heart,

pinches every now and then.

Now I accept this phase of world

or so called INEQUALITY.

after being tired of waiting,

looking forward for a windfall.

Forget laws, forget humanity

and brush aside these words,

THE CRIES OF WILDERNESS