Helpless Man
Shadow of darkness covers our sky
Very often in the moments of joy
Life becomes terrible and grim
To our energetic young boy
Unknowingly drops of sweat fall
From the cheeks of lovely maid
Flower blooms to decorate the world
But very soon it becomes fade.
Poor farmer ploughs his land
In the hope of shower of rain
Bur a swarm of locusts destroys
His cherished hope and his grain
Sky draps in a curtain of cloud
People elate for a shower of rain
But violent wind drives the cloud
Far away from hills and plain.
Men are like wax-dolls
In the hands of malignant fate
We are helpless before God
Even for beckon of love and hate.
Shakil Ahmed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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