The life we live
If you were to live the life we live
Then out of you would poems arise.
We:kicked and spat at for our piece of bread.
You: fetch fulfillment and name of the Lord.
We:down-gutter degraders of our heritage.
You:its sole repository,descendants of the sage.
We:never have a paisa to scratch our arse.
You: the golden cup of offerings in your bank.
Your bodies flame in sandalwood
Ours are shoved under half-turned sand.
Wouldn’t the world change, and fast
If you were forced to live at last
This life that’s all we’ve always had?
Translated by Gauri Deshpande