Slave
Hopelessly he lies in the street
With his torn clothes and cracked feet,
Giving a glimpse of hated and ignore,
He slowly sweeps his tears with a fear if anyone knows,
he is a slave who has ran away from his master's home,
in a search of freedom,
in search of love,
he slowly moves his steps looking at the blue sky,
putting his hands upon his heart and asking why?
he is so hated and ignored..
closes his eyes and says-'am I not human being anymore'?
many things roll around his mind just asking questions' why?
why do the people take him for granted? ?
why have they forgotten their true love and respect? ?
He knows it all
His dreams are never to be true,
Someday it has to fall;
But it hurts him more when he sees this world,
“World” with narrowness,
“World” with emptiness,
He knows he is a slave,
“A SLAVE “who dreams to change this world one day,
He looks at his torn clothes’
He looks at his cracked faith,
He says “I know I am a slave “
“A SLAVE” who will lead this world one day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
slave is a friend of poverty/ Good poem! ! !