A Humble Aspiration Poem by Shri Bhagwan Bawwa

He aspires, but not for wealth or fame,
Just a simple life, with a humble claim.
A daily bread, a basic need,
Is all he seeks, his heart's gentle creed.

He roars with anguish, lost and alone,
When no one cares, his spirit is overthrown.
His hopes, like embers, slowly dim,
As indifference envelops him.

Every five years, he casts his vote,
Choosing leaders, with a heartfelt quote.
He yearns for change, a better life,
Faster progress, an end to strife.

But centuries pass, and nothing's gained,
The same struggles, the same pain remained.
He's still dim, his light unrevealed,
His aspirations, unfulfilled, unconcealed.

- Shri Bhagwan Bawwa