A Dwarf Boy Amidst Tall Dignitaries
Like A weightless aluminium coin
In the mound of Glittering Golden Coins
Me A dwarf surrounded by tall trees
Searching my Identity for years
Amidst tall Men of Letters.
My voice retains no any echo.
My closed eyes don't allow me
For brightful day dreams.
Domination I feel inside my heart
Humiliation reverberates in my ears.
One thing I never fear and care
Justice of Almighty is there.
Since gold does carry no meaning
In the floor of heaven and
No one is taller than the height of sky.
I feel proud to be called as A creation of God.
An Entity that ensures it own benevolence.
By Tulsi Shrestha
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. Those who look down upon God's creation will have to answer to Him why the hated Him hating you. Indeed you are a unique creation of God. Dont worry about what any one thinks.