Everyone's Complaining

05.04.05 (L&T, kolkata )

Lying on bed on a summery day
I asked my feet “ Aye sir, how do you do?”
To my utter amazement it bellowed,
“You walk me all day, what do u expect me to say,
And once in a while when I get to rest.
You wake me up n ask if I’m at my best...
To be hand and not touch the ground would be blessed”.
There I let the feet lie before it got more stressed...

Not in my senses was I, I guess..
That I asked my eyes “ hope there’s no mess”
And to my horror...It screamed right back at me...
“ The feet rests while you sit during day,
But I keep blinking even when you’re not aware,
I’m not your pretty hair, you so much care..
Even when its hot u ‘ve to be awake,
Give me some peace for heavens sake”

Maybe the feet n the eye need rest,
I’ll talk to the hand lying idle on my chest
“Pretty lady, are u all right?”
“You chew me all day without thinking of my plight,
And when I’m sleeping during the night,
I’m thrown in air to keep away the fly,
Carry all luggage, but without any spite
If I got some regard, that would be alright “

I thought to myself, there is someone who has no pain
Maybe this straight long hair will not be vain,
“Huh”, she tells me with a long long sigh,
“You pull me up, tie me down, cause so much strain,
Remember me seldom, from this beauty what do i gain?
Doing no work, abandoned I lie,
Make me suffer in pain, crop me down to suit your style,
If that’s your mercy, I’d prefer to die”

Then I sat quietly to hear no more complain,
Coz everyone ‘s in sorrow, everyone’s in pain.