Saturday, 9 January 2021

i am the richest - Dhal Jirel 'Ravi'

I have a couple of feet
My hut and my rugs
I eat cheap bread and laugh at Fate
I toil through the livelong day
I need no salt
For my sweat drips into my mouth,
I need no garlic and onion
For odor from my children's' rugs replace them
And need no spray for my sweat and blood
smell sweet
I know, my sweat and blood that I shed
Until the sun remain
In the sky
Hardly covers stomach of my family
I along with my family
Remain nude
All under sweltering heat
And chilling cold
No slippers no shoes
No hat and no scarf
For our skin is made to adopt nature
I clearly know what the scarcity
My poverty seems dark, 
My heart seems sad,
Though I kindle kerosine lamp low and dim,
Though I am slave for my livelihood
I do worry not for tomorrow
Nor I get afraid of ailment
Nor stoop cowardly in front of death
For I am made to live today
The life of legendary
Oh... so-called rich men...!
Poor are you
And the truth is,
I am the richest of the rich. 

Dhal Jirel 'Ravi' (20th century) Nepal

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