Shoes without Laces
You have gone numb of the feeling, that macabre devastated your mind.
Why? You never questioned.
You were afraid of the truth, afraid of the grind.
A poem I will write that might pinch you a bit,
This world is so dark has never been lit.
I will make you wonder why no question been asked,
I will do my job never been tasked.
Creed, color, caste is all you see,
I saw human, their sorrow, their glee.
Why is your humor so distinct of my pain,
Why you are still unaware of my name.
You know where my home is, pay a visit,
Oh! You can't, being so rigid.
I have seen the eyes gone dazed, I have knocked every door amazed.
Why none listened to the roar in my heart,
Your ears fell deaf, and eyes filled with clart
I fought my battle all alone, I screamed at nights on the bed of throne.
You promised justice, you cite my rights,
With bullets through my chest; what a dreadful sight!
I chased you then, I will chase you again,
This is my fate, my vigor, my clout; I'm toiling day in day out.
You read books, I read faces;
You wore shoes, I only got laces.
No, I'm not different, I look alike,
But we can't be friends for your dislike.
You will write my freedom in your answer book,
When asked what's mine? you stood mook.
You got a life you will live the fullest,
For my life is filth at your behest.
I am booked by religion, caste, or creed,
My dreams are chained lest it freed.
I am a human, if you still can see through the veil
I will tell you my story, but my words might fail.
Born with a burden for I stood at the feet,
Of your mighty God who knew no defeat.
I was drawn with animals in a cart to drive.
I fear no pain if I still am alive.
I have seen my kin dying in drains.
They can't read law, they got no brains.
You kick me out, I will serve again;
As I am unable to wash your stain.
The crimes I have seen, you committed them all.
I yelled the names for it might pierce the wall.
I am a victim and an accused,
For I harmed myself and I am abused.
I will jolt again through the mud and mire,
I will saunter free as I desire.
I am no longer a slave of your words,
I will pick a pen, not the swords.
I am raised to know lies and the truth;
Save your rhetoric for the polling booth
I will stand firm cry my name out,
I seek recognition, no mercy, no flout.
You muster the wrong, I will summon all my doubts.
I will ask why? I will clamor, I will shout.
When you were free decades ago,
Why I am bound and chained so low?
I sit up for my time will come,
The throat went sore, my voice succumb.
You stop me once, try that twice,
The rebel in me will commit it thrice.
I will seek no mercy, my offense was harsh
I jumped into a brawl, the tussle becomes a farce.
I wrestled for long, sought no rest,
The feud was rough an unending quest,
But I will scuffle with a euphoric zest.
I will paint my agony, I will defend not blame;
I will pour the colors born of inflame.
I will draw your God with my wounded hands,
I will correct the flaws for where I should stand.
I will open the doors for everyone to peep
Heaven is ours, with every fortune to keep.
I will draw a world so full of dark,
For light and love must alone embark.
I will spatter the smile, the delight on our faces,
But I will draw none wearing shoes without laces.
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