Dallak
I stand in the midst and amongst-
-the colleagues who have cars
Each competes for more rides
-to get tips, pay at night
Recall past with stars
-on shoulders, either side,
-handling the flights
Stubborn, strong, tough, proud
-I stood to TAFT man,
-American, a sergeant
- "What the hell…? "
-I stood as does rock.
Now cry for myself:
-condole me
-murdered is my pride
Am active; do achieve
-but want more;
-want far more as deserve
-feel failure and hate life…
-for me it, is enough
-I am done, rather die…
With pride dead, erased
-I remember old days'
-public bath
Every week, as a child was taken
-was taken and wettened
-then one of the parents or Dallak
-on the hand, a cotton-rough-glove
-robbed skin
-off went filth and dead cells
Is pride piece of filth?
-must allow these Dallaks?
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