call him not a man who defies his blood
once who lived on the sweat this father shed!
call him not a son who was never there
for his father to lend some love and care!
call him not a human who'd still snore
deafering the call of the ones that bore!
leave them not 'Oh Lord', all such cruel beasts
that turn parasites on their own blood and feast!
for,
every dog has its day, may or may not be true....
But i'd bet n say,
today it is him and tomorrow it WILL be 'YOU'....!
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I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Laya. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank u