This poem is dedicated to child domestic workers who live a life of
unfulfilled dreams in their own country. (Part
of my project with National Domestic Workers Movement, India)
Am I a stranger
in my own country?
Am I outlander
to my own cause?
The life I knew
was robbed and battered,
The time I was
in, was taken and mislead!
I left home for
a distant land unknown at dawn,
But, hope still
flickered in me and thy!
The dream was
getting better and that too quicker,
The struggle was
bitter and did give jitters, then and there!
But, still life
was determined to make things glitter!
The fear did
build, it took me to a night that killed, my heart and thy!
Am I a stranger
in my own country?
Am I outlander
to my own cause?
Days of vain and
nights of pain,
Powerless and
cramped became my life,
I make your homes
clean and bright,
But, you turn me
into a stone and thy!
Am I a stranger
in my own country?
Am I outlander
to my own cause?
Low I stand, frightened
of even the ones I’m born,
The parents who
sold me or the others who ruined thy!
I am harassed
and withered from inside and out,
Merciless
encounters do die hard!
Am I a stranger
in my own country?
Am I outlander
to my own cause?
My mind still plays
tidings of tricks,
I walk and run in
the beaches of gifts!
The lamp shines
on my books and
My rights rise
high and thy!
Am I a stranger
in my own country?
Am I outlander
to my own cause?
Finally, I yawned
and gave up torn,
My country gave
a sigh and thy!
But, the fight
went on for a land or ground,
A piece to bury
the remains of me and mourn!
Am I a stranger
in my own country?
Am I outlander
to my own cause?
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