Shyam Has No Life

Some pieces of memories
Clothes hanging on hooks
Claypot placed in a corner
And strokes of luck ...

Just passed the childhood
But looks fifty-five,
Broken body and mind
And the clangour of pots...

Big talks of knowledge,
Intestines shrunk of hunger,
Saheb's merciless kicks
And visits of Kammo...

His name is so grand
But has to work day and night
Being paid too little,
Shyam has no life...