I'd imagined a life
A better life
The one in which
I'd live peacefully
Hopefully
In a beautiful place
Surrounded by
Peace and tranquillity
Away from worries
Of tomorrow
Away from
Meaningless hunt
Of paper
That holds value
And importance.

Instead,
I'm a proletariat
Struggling
To survive,
To breathe,
In a hell.
Suppressed
By the powerful
Fed false hopes
Of a better tomorrow
Being exploited
By,
The greedy,
The clever,
The powerful.

Cheers,
To the Big brother,
Who protects us,
By blinding
The truth,
By suppressing
Our desires,
By feeding on
Our emotions,
By spreading
Propaganda.

Welcome,
My dear
Proletariat comrades
To,
The Waste Land.

©Rishikesh Pande, 5th September, 2017.

This is a poem from The Stranger - A Poetry Collection by Rishikesh Pande.

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