The Ordinary Man

I lay here on this very ground.
The wounds that pained,
the blood that flowed.
I had dragged myself to see if my friend was still alive.
I am the victim of a bomb blast,
I am the ordinary man


I wake up by four.
The jasmine buds have to be collected
the paper,I need to circulate
the tea that I have to sell.
All before the clock strikes 10,
As,I have an exam to attend.
I am the family under the poverty line,
I am the ordinary man


I am the boy 10 years old.
I see the children playing across the street
as, I clean the dishes.
Their jokes makes me smile
and,the other thing that takes it away
Is the board in front of the hotel I work in
which says "child laborers not used"
My age they have fabricated.
My innocence, they will soon.
I am the boy who has been mechanically matured,
I am the ordinary man


Sold for a month's food
or,married off before I understand the meaning of it.
I am the girl who is unwilling to get born.
Afraid, that hands are waiting to trade me off
Afraid, that I wont understand the meaning of love.
Its better for me to be born still
than,to be raised to be a commodity.
I am the women behind the existence of man,
I am the ordinary women


I am the women with the child in hand.
It cries desperately in need of food
I am the beggar you see on the road
I am the women who you push away
Its not for me but for the baby I beg for.
I am the women who works to survive,
I am the ordinary women


In everyone of us without our knowledge,
there lies an ordinary man or a women.
Its just that luck has been our way.
So, stop for a second and look at a person asking for hand.
The twinkle that will be in the eyes
when, you put your hands into the pocket
the satisfaction on the face that speaks a million words.
It will melt your mind as it did mine,
You are an ordinary person and, so am I...