Chained

                       CHAINED

For a million years I have lived
Tortured by my own followers. 
For a million more years I will exist
Handicapped by the evil grasp of time.

I have seen the plots and twists
As mere mortals defamed my name.
I have been run over on streets
As psuedo-intellectuals stamped over me. 

As I stood by the slaves an era ago
They chose to be weak, suppressed. 
Only to spectate the loss they incurred
Accusing me to be fake, doubting my existence. 

I have seen the great divide, names might vary
Some called it class, others caste. 
Sometimes color, sometimes gender, and at times
Just the way they speak. 

I have been brutally vandalized, savaged
By the dark, infested claws of ambiguity. 
People in oblivion have been crying out
For me in various names, unaware. 

I have seen the monks 
As they tried to set out my example
They relieved me from pain, I was healed a little
And peace was born from the edge of my grin.

I have been in rise and in fall 
As kingdoms, dynasties, flourished and perished
Oppressors opted for oppression 
As I cried in pain for balance. 

I have been sitting with Science and God
And I have known them to be one. 
We have seen humans lynch one another
To prove superiority among the same. 

I have been mocked by them
As my name was used to defy my purpose
My life was turned into an oxymoron
Everytime summoning me to reduce me to ashes. 

The only place i belong as of now 
Is in the balance of law that hands 
Held by the lady with her eyes blinded with black cover 
Clueless about the changes around her. 

But I was born with a cause to fight
And so I will until my weapon of hope is seized. 
My name is Equality
And I want to live, and not just on pen and paper.

                                                                    -  Chinmoy Dey (DAICHI)