HISTORY WITHOUT PAGES
When our past came calling,
They told us the story of our past
With the saliva streaming down
From one corner of their lips.
We looked at them with hope but
Those stories they told us are stories
Without pages but only in their mouths.
They said the youths are the leaders
Of tomorrow and tomorrow belongs to them
But tomorrow came and the youths are pushed behind, what history are they creating?
History without pages but lips overwhelmed us,
They said a space is reserved for us in the government yet a man of seveNTY years still
Occupy the sit while a man of ThirTY is at home.
History without pages but eyes is their hope and drives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem