i am richly sick...

that's all...
chai and bread
after all
what else to afford?
fever, cold and,
to nobody's surprise, Cholera
but followed by Dementia

first time in life
i felt noticed,
a man of great importance,
lying in the midst of
men and women with big white
shirts and stethoscopes.
from morning eight till evening five
i'm the source and subject of their research

'its a rare case: Cholera with Dementia'
Cholera is very common for us.
after all
what else can we expect in darkness?
but Cholera with Dementia!?
a disturbing case for the doctors
and for their students
and for our masters!

a brain injury in darkness?!
has any doctor heard of Blue Balls
in Himalaya, the abode of saints?

'he read many books' a lady doctor assumes.
'perhaps all non-sense'
another cracks a joke and all laugh.
i slowly join the chorus

'they, in darkness, never own a brain'
i agree with them
for we never own our head
lest be the brain...
we were stolen a long back...
our body, head and brain.
our owners are in light
under their mughal-style chandeliers
very kind and very rich
their dignity is ours

my grand father died of Cholera
his grand father too
but first time in the history of darkness
someone has got Dementia.
a rich sickness...
i am proud of my sickness
and everyone in darkness...
but why does it disturb my master?
does he see me a threat to his power?
oh no! of me my master is afraid!?

i drink only ganji and sometimes chai
that's all...
after all
what else to afford?
but i and my people are happy
that i have a sickness
not of body but of brain.
we are happy for
our sickness disturbs our masters
after all
what else do we possess
to counter those bastards...?