Started selling food-
To feed my kids;
But, that wasn't enough.
Uncovered myself-
To cover my kids;
But, that wasn't enough.
Begged on the roads-
To protect my kids;
But, that wasn't enough.
Without losing hope-
I tried the best.
But, none helped us-
And we were not blessed.
Then i thought this was test-
But, then I wanted rest.
I, walked up the shop-
And escaped the cop.
Then i thought-
As we all drank the water,
That was the end of our matter.
And our bodies will decay,
And for days our bodies will stay.
As there is no one to pray,
As we were only Preys.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well expressed... so subtle.. yet so profound... great work