Oh, you are an assessor weighing gold, <br />sitting in that silent counter cold. <br />Your half- broken- pot, husk and blower <br />have brought you up slower. <br />The banks have got a social change! <br /> <br />There goes he on a two-wheeler nice <br />not in that rural barber’s guise. <br />“ Hair-Dressor”, the name he got <br />once he left that village rot. <br />What a change from his abode of flies! <br /> <br />A timber-dealer in that noisy shop, <br />never allows his old ware trade to flop. <br />With rags he was in a shack; <br />but now he does all with knack. <br />A shift in place has put him atop! <br /> <br />Oh, you that black-smith waited for grains <br />and lay grilling in the hot summer near drains! <br />You fabricate now steel – designs <br />and the plough you made once whines! <br />Your life with machines has so much rains! <br /> <br />Hey, you washer-man in a vast yard! <br />Where has gone that ass, your village bard? <br />Potters have a life of ceramic charm; <br />band masters are in colourful clothes warm. <br />And the Mason wields his “Master-Card”! <br /> <br />O you that farmer driven to the city <br />when god of rains to the fields denied pity! <br />Your plough and whip have no roles <br />and the city your woe tolls. <br />Your loaded back breaking inspires a ditty.<br /><br />rajendran muthiah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/social-change/
