Abused! Poem by Vyktor Ekott

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.