My head high
My chin up
My chest broad with pride.
My fearless voice
My chain-free will
My emancipation and everlasting
smile!!
My pen
My purse
My canvas of isms and poetry of
romance!!
My vote
My right
My liberty and my aspirational
heights.
Oh!!
Don't promise me freedom please,
I am hungry...
I am hungry
I am not your comrade.
If i had a piece of your
red cloth,
i'd make few things out of it-
Half-paint for my son!
Blouse for my daughter!
Petticoat for my wife!
Or,stomach for myself!
Or,slippers for my old mother!
Or,handkerchief for my forehead!
Or,tin for my roof!
Or,paddy for my fields!
Or,school for my son!
Or,a handsome groom for my
daughter!
A park for my tired breathe!
A song for my heart!
Or,gun for my rights!
Or,bloods for my rebellion!
Fire in my eyes!!
My stories of sacrifice.
My bravery,My glory
My red soil and my sufferings.
Oh!!
Don't romanticise me please,
I am hungry.
Walk a mile,
sit beside me.
Sweat like me
Breathe like me.
I'll give you a piece of red cloth,
And say "i am hungry".
