I feel pain
And remain
Little upset
Over fat
Childhood memory stays
And never go away
You are holding it s treasure
For remembrance in future
Some trustees called me in their office
As I was bright and held good promise
One of responsible trustees retorted
“His parent are hand to mouth” and literally insulted
I have carried those words till date
I didn’t mind their words and the manner in which they were stated
It was joke on poverty
And kind of discourtesy to feel pity
Yes, I shall hold them dearly
Even though they were crude and ugly
I thank all gentlemen, who at least thought, of my plight
Today I look back and think how annoyed I remained quiet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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