All I’ve ever wished for is freedom,
Because all my years have been boredom,
I’ve never wished to be a free dumb,
Because of my mutual intelligibility,
Alas! I’m too innocent to figure it out.
Why can’t I just fish it out?
That the dazzling moon during the day;
Could be overwhelmed with fog at night.
Who do I narrate my plight to?
Who do I discuss my imprisonment with?
Lo! No one is ready to listen to my clamouring,
As they all blame me for my dumbness,
They blame me for not knowing what promise is,
Little so they know about me,
Can they really blame me?
When animal skin had always been my shelter,
When leaf had always been my favorite meal,
When hunting had always been my beloved job,
Can you blame me for sticking to the promise land?
Which I thought would be fertile.
Lo! It’s more than a desert,
Where even maize cannot grow,
No matter how hilarious the plants are,
For it’s more skimmed than a deserted desert.
Oh! My dear promise land.
How come you never fulfill your promise?
Despite all the sufferings you’ve subjected me to,
You made me the sand you match on,
You made me the stubborn grass you cut-off ,
You made me the farm you harvest in.
Despite all these;
You still took advantage of my innocence,
I need not to blame you,
But my foolishness has got some scores to settle with me,
Which seize to perceive intelligence;
Which can never deduce manipulation;
From that of magnanimity.
Even if my heart doesn’t seize from bleeding,
Even if my seize doesn’t seize from whaling,
Even if my limbs don’t seize from trembling,
No one would help my career,
As I’m the source of my impoverishment.