1 BEAT UP BODY
Poet Chan Mongol
SEPTEMBER 3 of 2019
Once, I created jobs, I was fit;
But look at me now, I hardly exist!
I still have the life sign;
I still have feelings of mine!
Time passed by and I am hopeless;
With no one's concern and bless.
Now I am unable to foster any big desire;
But willing to live and life to maneuver!
My more desires and hopes for who?
Man eater tigers are fed in the zoo.
I feel sad for why did Ihelped them?
Because, they ended my fame.
Life is always unpredictable;
Still, I made others capable.
Then, I didn't feel frustration;
I did what I did in devotion.
Alas! I lost and they won;
They think luck had done.
Regret that I needed more efforts for me!
To rise up better and somebody to be!
I did then what I had to do;
To develop them as embryo!
I still want my life to continue;
But beat up body don't let me go!
I want to see herds of cattle in the field;
But for man's food they will be killed.
I want see roses in the garden;
But they will be beheaded by men.
Me now, as a ttle guy need the relief;
To live ok either, at the foot or at the cliff!
Body is unimportant but the soul is main;
In desert, in rain and or in the plain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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