It Rarely Matters To My Soul...... Poem by mithilesh yadav

With my tears mixing into my sweat and to soil, how delicious food in those villas they have,
And my daughter denies to have those cookies, knowing his father will not be able to afford,
But in that respect I work hard to earn, those billionaires from us have lot to learn,
Oh it rarely matters to my soul, but my son asks after hectares of productions why so less we earn.

In those Air conditioned gyms, calories they burn … And we strive to get some calories near furnaces
With every night we do extra shifts, as they sip those red wines in their roaring villas,
And my beloved wife yet not getting enough even to cook for our child and their grands,
Oh it really won't matter to my soul, but speechless I stand when my son asks why we can't afford though we can make those brands.

Why we can't ride the luxury cars U drive dad, my daughter asks,
Many a days and nights I am out for my master's tasks,
I am happy that my master is confidence of my driving for his wife, children and delegates sometime,
But though she looks satisfying in that 3yrs old gown I know my love beliefs I will get her new this time.

We don't aspect to be seen as underprivileged, we do have privilege of shaping todays and tomorrows,
May be our families are not well to do today, but we do have dreams for tomorrows.
Oh it really won't hurt our soul, we may never accept a thought of equality,
But if there is freedom, there is humanity, there is law …. Why there is existence of this INEQUALITY.