When I open my eyes, I see
You are more beautiful than me.
When I open my ears, I hear
You sound nicer than how I utter.
When I open my mind, I read
Yours is more courtly than my creed.
And I open my heart and feel
Humans are you all, my being evil...
The more I open me, the more
Of my existence I abhor.
Should well I die from my abhorrence,
I know I can't be one from you humans.
So shut am I to outlooks on your kind--
Shut are my eyes, my ears, my heart, my mind.
And hide myself in garbage humps,
Midst the scavengers in putrid dumps.
Thus camouflaged have I got in the filth
And motion me in an art of stealth.
And like a rolling ball of rags,
I carry 'wastes' in jumbo bags--
The human wastes, many assets' worth,
Daily source of my life and growth...
Feel not for me if you got me,
I'm happy as I used to be.
In squalor, raised have I been long.
In squalor, grazed have I among
Bovine, canine, feline companions
With crows, vultures, and worms for aeons.
Yes, since my mom hung me abreast
As she worked through on daily wastes.
Made is my body of scraps and morsels
Thrown away by you all, for being stales...
No...!
You wish though, I am never one
Like you, and can't be, being a non-human.
Let me be in this garbage den.
Let me be with my nasty brethren.
I know this life will one day be old.
I will be unused like things you hold.
Like things, when cycled, changing their form,
I know, through death, I shall transform.
Let me be alone, let me respire
And die, though un'ware, in the dire.
I shall be recycled by the One--
The Heaven's Trader and Technician.
Wish if a human I could be--
A good and noble product of me !!
-- N P SAMAL
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