I was not aware nor were you
And silence was the only word.
Half a dozen balloons I sold, was curious to know the coins I earned.
Got excited when I saw the hand full of coins, started to count the result of my strives.
Looked around at the crowd of proletariat, so stood aside at an end of pavement.
Was so much excited to buy a new shirt, But here they come to snatch the perk.
What is it that I’ve done?
Where have I gone wrong?
I’m meant to rule, roar and conquer,
But all I’m doing is lying down.
People come look, laugh and walk away.
I really think am I meant for this?
Where do I rule?
Where do I roar?
What do I conquer?
No where I stand for this
Because, here I’m, this is me,
Behind the bars.
At Kamatibaugh, Baroda, Gujarat.