I saw million of peoples and more
Suffering from poverty- of love and care
The mouth that longs for food and drink
Ignored by the man in the house
The old people that wants nothing but a company
Left by the man who manages My house
The eyes that cannot see the beauty of the world
Noticed not by the man in My house
The young in the streets cried to survive
Hear not by the man who passed by from My house
The people I called friend and more
They who listened to me
But cannot hear Me in the house where “you” stayed
They who seek Me
But cannot see Me in the place where “you” prayed
They who speak of Me
But cannot understand the words “you’ve” said about Me
I share My life with “you” everyday but why
I dine with “you” every hour but why
I am with “you” since the very first day of “your” stay
but why “you’ve” forgot about Me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem