Man Never Lost
by Dharmpal Mahendra Jain / January 31st, 2021
From these skyscrapers –
Burj Khalifa, CN Tower, Qutub Minar –
when I peep down
cars appear like ants.
From higher up
the view gets so small
that the man down below
on the soil is not noticeable.
Without a social security number
a person is nobody.
Digits and letters
define a human.
For every person,
the other guy is zippo.
Zeros, added or subtracted,
don’t add value to him.
It is the simplest math in power politics:
multiply the people by zero.
From the skyscrapers
stunned people look down
watching over the city.
There are defeats and wins
of countless generations
buried in the rubble.
And on the ground,
a flourishing human society.
The man may have fallen to nothing,
the man never lost,
the man is still alive.
Born (1952) and raised in tribal reserve of Jhabua, India, Dharm is a Toronto based Author. He writes in Hindi and has seven published books- five collections of satirical essays and two collections of Poetry. He is a columnist for four prestigious journals Chankya Varta, Vishwa gatha, Setu & VishwAa. His works have appeared in prestigious Hindi journals across the world. His poetry in English has been previously published in Poetry Pause, Fresh Voices, Harbinger Asylum, Akshara, Impspired, Piker Press, Scarlet Leaf Review, Dissident Voice, and Setu.
He can be reached at
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This article was posted on Sunday, January 31st, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
