I have seen a lot since I came,
Downfall of my father from the Hall Of fame
Pains succu him into the world peace;
Mother followed that in the bower of bliss .
A lot of promises in my cradle days for them
That kept in dark and never in flame.
I have seen a lot since I came.
I was too feeble to take the responsibility on.
The stars are scattered and shattered everywhere
Me not enough to accumulate them in months or year.
Stupid helpless me kissing the dust as a prone.
Vanishing everywhere the blood and sweat I earn,
A solemn owl shouts in the barren, alert me of my burn.
An agony of failure becomes the fate and track
Jewel is the goal but I gather only dust in the sack.
With the load I kept on moving on the trot –
Body aching , the soul too is giving up for another run.
The history of pain and the agony of wars I fought;
All my ignored efforts are to laugh at me as fun –
Telling me about the gatherings in the horizon as winless game.
I have seen a lot since I came.
– by Joy Bhattacharjee