Sanya Darakhshan Kishwar Poet Prose Poetry

I Too Have Rights

I am a scavenger
Rather, a manual one
I clean the sewage
the septic, and your garbage
month to month, week to week
I am paid; the pennies are thrown
I am called; by words
My name is not known
Hey you!;You listen!
They never spoke soft
But I realised that I too have rights
to live with dignity
and lead happily my life
Will you give me what I deserve
Will you give me what I got by birth?
My life, my dignity, my pride
They now say, there was a scavenger
There was a time, his hands used to carry
Loads of waste and garbage
Now, this is a time, he too has
books in his hands
He carries with him a pen
mightier than swords
His silent lips now have words
words of self-respect, words of dignity…

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Beata Agustin August 26, 2024 at 11:13 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.