My eyes are little
My sight is settled
But I cannot see
With my little eyes.
Where is my home?
Let my eyes like hope
Feel the heat like the eagle feels
The thorns daily.
Why thorns all night and all day?
Why daily goodies on the side of the king?
Call nature to question, is this a home?
My tears in mourning, my urge at noon,
My mourning at night like troubled water without rest
Is this a home? Are these hopes?
Oh! The Potter, oh! The pipers, oh! My home.
Commentary
A poem of three stanzas. The poem depicts the economic distress in the society. It expresses discomfort, poverty and stress among the poor or the lowly. Hardship stares the people in their various homes in the face. The entire poem is that of dissatisfaction, regret and indeed sadness. It is this theme of distress that brings out the subject-matter.