Bonded
He toiled for several long hours,
It was manual work.
Mentally stressed though,
The body moved along.
Half-eaten bread and water ,was the 'meal' that he got,
He still couldn't complain,after all he was bought.
Each night a haystack sufficed as his bed,
He fell on it and slept,as if dead.
The day had gone always,
And the cold night seemed no different.
His body sunk into the hay,
And eyes shut,he dreamt of the next day....
There was no master whipping him there,
It didn't seem like a world where no one could care.
No sheds to wash ,no grass to cut,
No stones to be broken,no hammering to do.
He was in the midst of an overgrown farm,
Hesitantly he placed his feet ahead.
For the first time in years he noticed the sky was blue,
And the world could also be seen this way ;he realised he had no clue.
Scared,too much time had passed and all the jobs were left undone.
He with haste tried to cut a blade of grass.
A gentle arm touched his shoulder,
He embraced someone after a whole lifetime.
The twosome played and made merry,
He laughed out loud and got rid of all worry.
Decades were lived in an evening,
He promised himself to be his own king.
Just when the pledge was made,
A whip came cracking down on him and lay.
He was awake ,the dream broke and scattered away
He felt like the wave which had tried to make it unsuccessfully to the bay.
Misery and gloom replaced all the ecstasy and joy,
He was thrown back to reality where a White kicked him and said,"Hey Boy"
Sun Jul 29, 2007 7:41 pm
