MAZDOORI/SUFFERING 

Mazdoori would be fine

If it came with lifting of bricks or heavy metal

But mazdoori has come with lifting the burdens with the utmost boredom

I mean boredom of every day, day by day, every minute, minute by minute

Wasn't this supposed to be an exciting adventure?

You can go to the theater and make it exciting

Change the formate of mazdoori(burdens)

Make it exciting, stimulating with the buzz of ooh and ahhhhhhhhh

Who is preventing you?

Go stand outside BAM and ask for a ticket to see Cate Blanchett

You can pay $2000

Not much to see Cate

That's exciting

That's not mazdoori

Now if you had that kind of cash you won't be talking about mazdoori(burdens) and boredom

You would be getting dressed, wearing your heels...

Heels?

Do I have heels?

Yes, I do

In the closet

I saved them for Cate...

To see Cate Blanchett You have to wear heels

Call a cab and go to BAM and offer two thousand dollars for a ticket to see

Blanchett ...

You will instantly become Important and some one extremely theatrical

and successful.

'She is the one who paid $2000 to see Cate"

People will point at you admiringly

"Who? Who? Who?"

"She...She...She"

The all others, other unimportant people who only paid $80 will disappear

Vanish in thin air...

That day won't be the day of burden for you...

It would be a marvelous day

To see Cate Blanchett loosing her mind in, "Street car named desire."

and you loosing your money

But its not a loss

It is to sustain life in a healthy, lovely, exciting way

Than the burden of Mazdoori in a cold, rainy, foggy, foreign land

Will turn into a life well lived with Glamour and theater and Cate...

You can't come here and not have those dollars to see Cate

And still expect to live a life like the others who live in this town...

Otherwise to be here is nothing but gloom and doom and boredom and Mazdoori

Oh! heavens lift this Mazdoori off of my shoulders and let me get a ticket to see

Cate suffer on stage for three hours like Tennessee Suffered for twenty years

when all the mighty god's of theater cursed him and shunned him and reduced him to

a crying puppy...Accusing him of loosing all his power and poetry...

Wasn't he the author of the play in which Cate is suffering on stage?

and people are willing to pay $2000?

Yes, he was the author, Tennessee Williams...

Who died with the expectation of getting one more "Rave Review."

From the mighty critic but died with grief and sorrow of rejection in later years

He must be turning in his grave... suddenly amazed...

"Oh! I am the author of this damaged pain and poetry, Oh! I am the one."

Yes, he is the one... recognize his words and him...

I have a photograph of him and myself together... swear I do...

People don't believe me

But I met him

Not only met him

But I have a photo taken sitting next to him

With my arm around his shoulder...

"How could she? People gossip

"How could she? This one, this woman of color, a foreigner..."

Yes, this foreigner, the woman of color have a

 Photograph with the mighty Tennessee Williams

The poet above all poets.

But I can't go and see Cate at BAM because 

I don't have the dollars and that's my

Mazdoori(Burden of the day and of every day) I'ts the dollar silly, 

The dollar...

Will free you from anxiety, boredom, loneliness and of nothingness...

And will take you to Cate when she loses her mind

But that's just fiction...

I have mazdoori every day

I am also a poet

I learned all the poetry from Tennessee Williams.

That's my reward

God is fair afterall.