DON’T PUNISH ME
It was a time when Sun-Rays
kiss my forehead early in the morning.
Cool and mild breeze twisted with me.
Swan in the pond looked like the moon.
Life was happy from all angles.
One day a hurricane deserted the area and our life.
My fields became the heap of sand
and were unable to grow rice and maize.
Life became hard and full of miseries.
So I turned toward the west for bread and life.
Here I got it
But I turned myself as a beggar and also became a law breaker.
Memories of my mother land always pinch me day and night.
But I am helpless now,
What can I do?
I am hungry for help not for punishment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem