Whose is it?

Whose is it?

Whose is it and who are those

Who own as they chose

To be the masters of the land

The water, river and the sand

Homeless they make me as they leave

Bereft of everything they tease

They do as they please

Hearing not you and me

You are you and I am me.

Whose is it and what is there?

Not mine, as I stare

They need me to watch

As they sleep,

Peacefully with their lavish dreams

They live, they drink and they dine

Telling everybody, ‘I’m fine’

To myself, I am alone and shy

Ashamed I am as I cry

Whose is it? If not mine

It is thine, it is thine so it is fine

Silverstruck all I need

Some jingles of coins the sound of which

I feed, my father mother and baby dear

With the gun I stand on the lines near

Full of venom of enmity

You for enormity, me for petty.