Head bowed, he walks in, dripping tears
Hands around his bossom, he harboured fears
On his little mind, he had questions
“Why is my life smeared with frustrations? ”
He walks alive, but without a hope
Without a future, how will he cope?
With lips cracking like dry firewood
He went unconscious from where he stood.
He has a past, he’s willing to change
In the game of success, he’s still in the bench
He watches school children and bows in shame
Education to his parents, is just a name.
His dream is to someday be in school
Is he dreaming right, or just being a fool
He wonders daily, “What holds the future? ”
The image is bleak, he can’t see the picture.
He’ll never become a doctor or engineer
Will he turn out like his father, romancing beer
He is a sparkling star with a childhood refused
Robbed of his dreams, a future abused.
excellent write my friend, good rhyme, rhythm and flow and excellent word usage, this is very sad and i do feel many would relate to this poem, thank you for sharing, blessings sueellen
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I would like to translate this poem
lovely write up. thumps up