A Young Broken Man Poem by Bipin Churchung Rabha

Look at that a young broken man
For others, it makes different seem,
Who has to roam randomly as he
And no times of daily meals for him.

Further, no times of bathing in hot
Wearing daily clothes and exchanging,
Bow down on the way hundred times
Frequently as he daily the day passing.

Whatever you asked him
He had forgotten at once,
But arisen what he seems
In every time and chance.

No care is of him in the crowd
And on what he is wearing on,
He murmured something lonely
Suddenly when he is speaking on.

Once he used the black and white
And attend the mass as he ran,
He was a short-stature sound body
And making jokes as he made fun.

Recently, as his family arranged
He got married to a new bride one,
And lasted for a few months only
O sad, his heart had broken down.

That spearheaded into his heart
For him, the world becomes hell,
As he being lost all his encouraged
And the way of his life is to fail.

A good teacher in a school was he
And the only pearl of his parent,
Dreamed to be a happy family
He was none, but Pronob my friend.