Ichamati is pale in grief <br />Her life she seems brief <br />Some crave for her life <br />But politicians are duff and deaf. <br /> <br />She looks into the bridge over her <br />To see on it every car <br />And says, 'I'm not alone! ' <br />'Such, dear, you are too prone! '. <br /> <br />'Right, such are we both <br />Them, all I loathe <br />For though politicians are not poor <br />I needed some cements and rocks more'. <br /> <br />She looks into the road follows her <br />To see it being everyday lower <br />And says, 'I'm not alone! ' <br />'Such, dear, you are too prone! '. <br /> <br />'Right, such are we both <br />Them, all I loathe <br />For all politicians embrace the girl-friend <br />But never touch my breast to mend'. <br /> <br />So I say- <br /> <br /> <br />Thus all lives are spent <br />Their houses all politicians paint <br />Men suffer and labourers toil <br />Yet, politicians are swimming into oil.<br /><br />Pijush Biswas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-i-say/
