Standing on the road side
I was,
When I saw him
Working on the hot road so far.
From the hard hearted road
He was picking up the rags,
But he was collecting
The broken pieces of his dreams.
Mightly shining sun
As was testing him,
How much his half naked body
Can endure the sun.
Half naked his body
Was blackening in heat,
That couldn't I make any difference
In his hairs and feet.
Tiny his eyes in heat
Is now turned to red,
That should have
Full of dreams instead.
Haven't you been to school yet
I asked then,
But who will feed his family
He added then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Crude reality..very well expressed...