I dance and sing
They think they've done no injury to me
I laugh and rejoice
They think they've been kind to me
I eat and feast
The think they didn't snatch away my food
I speak and discuss
They think they didn't gag me
I write and protest
They think they didn't try to kill me
I rise and raise my hand
They think they didn't put me down
I go to shops and buy a little
They think they didn't steal my money
I paint and recite
They think they didn't break my pen
I smart and cry
They think they didn't hurt me.
Their blindness proclaims their Doom
Their arrogance trumpets their end to come soon
Their insolence writes their defeat on the wall
Their despotism hastens their certain fall.
Sharad Rajimwale