The distraught man shrieked into reality
Shrugging away the haunting thoughts of his torment
His torn mucky clothes manifest his poverty
The black stripes on his body proclaim his agony
But he patiently soldiers on
For the sake of having a roof over his head
He silently endures all
Labouring for that hard-earned meal
All the labour has reduced him to a mere tool
Treasured for doing work but tossed about like a worthless stone
Though he toils day by day for his master in allegiance
A stack of insults he receives in return
Nothing more to save his ailing soul
His parents disowned him
His brothers and sisters shunned him
Just because he was uneducated
People on the streets reviled
Because he had no home
But he silently endures all his suffering
With the hope of a better day to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem