By I can feel the rain.
When I am in pain.
With no water to sustain,
But, don’t you feel the same?
The water is same,
But one’s pure, another is stained.
On my brain-
Please, help me breathe, I’m going insane.
Give me some water,
My vein-
It’s hurting me time and again,
But I can’t drink water directly from the rain,
Cause it affects my brain.
Why? I don’t know why. I can’t explain.
Just give me some water bro,
Don’t you feel my pain?
I’m thirsty, I’m dying.
Please don’t complain,
Not now captain- I will never touch your temple again.
I know, I’m told Dalit but let’s be honest,
We are human before you are told a Brahmin.
So, why not break the chain?
Why not tear the curtain, of the so-called traditional norm?
Ok, fine. Leave it.
You win this time.
I know you are playing a game,
With my life, for your fame.
Whatever. Leave it. It’s better we bargain-
Again,
You give me water, I’ll give you grain.
You be the king, I’ll be your slave.
You do a crime, I’ll stay in jail.
Until tomorrow-
Till we break this chain,
Completely, until we fight with pain,
Until you can feel the rain.
Until you can feel my pain.
Like I felt this rain.
Like I felt this pain.
With no water to drink,
With no hope to sustain.
-Susan Chaudhary
More Poem From Susan:
मैले त कुरै बुझिन क्या | कविता | सुसन चौधरी
To My Lady | Poem by Susan Chaudhary
