Hoping For A Change Poem by Abdul Rahman

Blessed the life just to breathe;
Decried to be an orphan
But made as mild as saffron.
Restraint to respite, to rove and to soothe
For a denizen of an asylum with a forlorn hope.

Somehow I brought me till eleven;
Though I cried with cough and cold
There were many to scold.
I will say no words, no prayers to the one in heaven
Till I get a soul for love exchange.

I ate no food of sugar and oil;
In the church, they said Moses brought ten
But my asylum makes many and no fun.
When escaped my living would spoil,
And I'm forced here to count
Not the days but the years to change.