ALIVE
Pravat Kumar Mandal
Those who are the sky passengers
The official darling guests.
Those who are the oppressed workers
In this world no right to take rest.
The guests are equal to the gods
They aren't showed any disregard
Let the native workers be trampled
Thus let the number be reduced.
We call ourselves human beings
Living with dreams; dying with dreams
Our faces are veiled with fake shinings
See, how we survive in our streams.
(9th May,2020)
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I would like to translate this poem
We call ourselves human beings Living with dreams; dying with dreams Our faces are veiled with fake shinings See, how we survive in our streams. dream and stram. rythmic.. very fine poem. tony
Thank you very much for reading poem.