I Am Taxed Extra To Live!

I Am Taxed Extra To Live! short poem

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A COMMON MAN LIKE ME,
could not dream to live freely
under the Sun and the Moon like this.
It belonged to the rich….
It belonged to the politically aligned
It belonged to the certain castes and communities, the minorities, the majorities, the illegal settlers
….. And I did not belong to any one.

I could not drink the pure water flowing
in the river like this.
It belonged to the farmers, the fisher folks, the sand miners, the land owners and the states.
I paid for every drop I consumed.

In this beautiful World created by the Almighty God, I wished I could live freely.
When I took up to build my shelter here,
I was taxed. I paid the tax on my hard earned salary…
I was taxed for purchasing the plot
I was taxed on every brick I got.
I was taxed for every meal I ate
I was taxed for every item I bought
The Tax multiplied.
Illegal settlers enjoyed full tax benefit
Illegal settlers got tips to go home and come back once again
Illegal settlers brought in their more close and far away relatives to settle in this heaven
I got half tax benefit, for I was a native of this free land of Almighty God.

Now I realize how, till the end of my life
I remained a poor common man
For one reason… I was taxed EXTRA TO LIVE…..

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Preeti
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Ah! The endless travails of a common man’s life…the poem said it all:)

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