Written By Navoneel Sen (Grade 10)
We might not be as rich as you
We might work hard, wait for our cue
We might lay low; you might bestow
The thrashing whip–but you don’t know,
We are the Atlas that bears the Earth
We are the ones who bring you mirth
We lend you joy, let you borrow
Hoping for a new day tomorrow
But you will never understand,
That due to us, you do stand
Instead, you whip us and do bribe,
And curse upon our blessed tribe
But we might plunge a whetted knife
Into your breast, to end this strife
And then in front of a thousand eyes
Will end a sunset, and begin a new sunrise.
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This is a great poem. Awesome!
Lovely poem, dear Navoneel. Keep on writing!!
Thank u Sutapa masi for encouraging me to continue writing
Beautiful poem you have written Novoneel . Keep on writing more.
Thanx a lot srinjoy