~Madhuban Paudel~
As I pass by that corner
My eyes are struck on him !
A lonely man under that lamp post
On a torn wheel-chair
He laments every day
He lost his both legs long ago
struggling as a freedom fighter
Yes, as a freedom fighter!
His country is now free
And poor he
A free man of a free country indeed
Yet lonely and deserted
Neglected and discarded
by his own fellow men
Yes, by his fellow men from his free country!
And left to live on alms for ever!
He knows well, he will die one day
Unheard, unsung and discarded
In his free country!
Yet branded as a Freedom Fighter!
(Original in Nepali composed in 1986 on the life of a beggar in a street of Dhaka, Bangladesh)
(स्रोत : Ianws.org)
