I am human.
My blood flows and my breath rises and falls.
They are coming for me from every corner possible
I find no place to run
And They say I am a thief
I am silent because I can’t speak their language
But they thought I was silent for doing wrong
I look at them and expect them to understand as they are human too
They search my baggage for finding something and I let them do
They stare at me and push me and pull me and I don’t fight
Because I know they are human too
Then came the first blow and then the second, on my body which was weak of days’ hunger
I wish I could stop them but they were too many
I wish I could tell them I am no bad human being.. I was just hungry
My home was taken away long back and my food too, by the humans who were beating me
I struggled and writhed when I thought about my family which waited for me to bring food home
I knew it was my last breath when I saw the faces around me..
..laughing and smirking ..may be because I looked different
Before I left, paying for food with my life,
There was one final question I wanted to ask..
Were these humans the same kind of human that I was?!
P.S: It hurt badly when the news of Madhu’s mob handling and death came to me. One look at that face and the eyes, I couldn’t imagine how anyone could place a hand on him. I sincerely pray that a day comes when we overcome the deep crisis of lack of human values and recognize the humanity ingrained in each and everyone of us.
(Photo from : The News Minute)