The poet says your children come through you;
you are the archer;
you let them fly as living arrows
to reach their goal in the distant future.
But where does the goal lie?
Is it on the path towards the infinite
or on the streets for so many
who are abandoned, homeless?
Hungry, abused, used as slaves,
ending up on drugs or in prostitution,
they ask the question:
why do they suffer; what’s their fault?
And why is the God silent?
No answer; no assurance either;
only tears roll down from their hapless eyes.
A message of hope may sound facile,
when there are so few helping hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we live in a country where millions of people are beggars, millions of poor young girls are engaged in prostitution, thousands are living in footpath, and we are spreading hatred among the people in the name of religion, who will save us? God is silent, it we who have to find out the way to save these millions of people. it it our moral duty as a human being, well penned poem, thanks for sharing. Great Poet, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments.