A beast in adolescence
Wandering amidst humans
Mouth ajar salivating
Eyes despaired in hunger
A beast not street wise
Perseveres unguided
For that’s its ill-fate
In a desert much lush
A landscape trim and shaven
Greens and crafted shrubs
For humans of higher order
Yet emotions so inhumane
A relentless persevering beast
Seems a child but a destitute
For this soul is no significant
Amidst arid hearted souls
A saviour much impoverished
Feeds selflessly bewildered beasts
For he resides the lower order
Yet compassionate so humane
Deserts dwell in some souls
Oasis thrive in others
He seeks not your gems
But a soul in compassion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...when we leave this world, we leave our wealth and titles...who knows the underprivilege dog feeder guy bring more than us to the eternity. I like it when the poet's observation gave birth to a 'soul' in a poem. as seen in this one. good work my friend. keep it up.