I Feel Sorry

I indeed feel sorry for as and when I see them loitering, Lying useless and abandoned on the roads, Unemployed and jobless, Oh, those horses, mares, ponies and asses Out of jobs and jobless In the modern age of machines, Globalisation, privatization, commercialization and digitalization, As the people shake the hands not so easily, Ever ready for a golden handshake With a lump sum of money and offers As for to make you retire voluntarily. And on finding them picking grass somehow, feel I sad indeed As once those used to draw carriages And the washer men used to go to the river or pond ghat With the bundles of clothes as for to wash these But now they are counting the days of anonymity, Without name and fame, Left to their poor destitute and destiny, Oh, those abandoned horses and asses! There was a time when I used to see them in their heyday And there came a time when saw I them abandoned and jobless Loitering on the roads and footpaths without any master to claim for And as thus the number dwindled And now-a-days find I not And what more to say to you About the modern master who cares for none But himself, The proud master of the universe, Clutch the globe into your hands, As the mobile man says it, the man with the handset.