What can rules do?

When the justice is ruled

By the Rulers and imposers 

Who frame and break the system;

Why seeding in soul that

Never be allowed to grow;

The brood born to the mother

Are not abstain and protect

From warping by the fathers;

When the rule whips

Once in a time as a rule

Mouth allowed for bread

But not to digest the words;

Words so hard but sweeter

Attract the eyes to store them;

The school and its song awaits

The fresh mind to chorus the rhythm;

The pupils and the games stop

Till the arrival of the muddy shoes;

In crisis very consistent to the life

The feet not allowed into next day

And every next day is cruel with the labor;

The heart could never console the tears

The blood sometimes boils and revolts

With the few letters learnt

But, the agony suffers assault;

Bodies born from soil are used as

Bricks to be fixed in selfish edifice  

Buds born out of labor

Won’t bloom with ailment and

Un- flowered under their pain;

With bleeding life, the lives

Carry the fatty lives;

Tree too large with so many branches

Enjoys the smallest plants work to fruit

How shameless!

Night so short pedals the eyes of sleep

To run the long journey of the day;

Is there any tough and rigorous sentence

Than the labor of the offspring;

Death so condolence of the life

Stretching its arms to hold the hearts

In its nest and feed the food of rest;

But, the longest hands of the world

Putting aside the death and swallowing

The progeny to sail the life of burden;

Dust, disease, stench, curse are the

Gifts to the generation of the poor;

Freedom from the slavery using the

Same slavery to enjoy the freedom 

What a shameful!

How awful the rules and the Rule!




                     By: R K CHOWDARY