Until Then... Poem by Jaishree Nair
Until Then...
I am not asking for the moon...
just a few pennies to jingle in my empty pockets
to prove that I am not penniless
I am not asking for a bungalow...
just a tiny space to curl myself
exhausted from the battle to survive.
I am not asking for a suit of decor...
just a piece of cloth to hide
my shame when fumbling the garbage for luck...
I am not asking for a feast...
just a mouthful of morsel
to quieten my rumbling belly.
I am not asking for a toy
Just a few moments of childhood
to awaken the child in me.
Yet I know I am the proud owner
of a piece of earth reserved for me.
Until then this struggle..!
Hope is je key! ! With the muse of your sweet mind along the line. Nice work.
True, I don't wish a bungalow when I have nothing to it. A nice poem.
Basic necessities are required in mind to sustain life. Other things are accessories. Very amazing and thoughtful poem shared with interesting view. Nicely penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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If we keep our eyes open we can view the drama everywhere,10