For a Bright New Dawn
At the crossroads I stood,
looking at the world around.
To the right were the lush green fields,
fenced with wooden sticks and thick barbed wire;
Men and women were working hard,
reaping the harvest of their labour.
They put the yield in numerous bags,
and carried them on their half bent backs.
I followed them, with intent,
till they put the grains in their landlords tent.
I walked back,
to find myself again at the crossroads.
Then to the left, I saw,
few men and women with a sickle and a plough.
They were working hard too,
tilling the dry red soil,
and removing the trenches of stone.
The land was barren, large, and open.
Perplexed I was, as I walked up to them.
I didn’t know why I went to those dry lands-
was it to help them or to sympathize with them?
Sunddenly, a man came to me and said,
“We’re struggling my son, to cultivate this barren land,
to make it green, and share the yield.”
I stood there for a while, with thoughts wandering-
Which way do I go?
To the left or to the right?
What do I do?
Waste my labour to feed my landlord, or use the same to share with people?
It was night, and I still stood there-
thinking about what’s right (to be done)
and what’s left (to be done).
Finally decided, I joined the struggle-
to make the arid arable.
To create an open land with no fences thereon,
I decided to work there all night to see a bright new dawn.