I blindly celebrate in a gloomy mood
As my right hand is chopped ruthlessly off
By the very left hand that stood nearer
In spoiling the good they could scoop
Together as lovely twin brothers
conjoined in the same body of life
No concord, my legs declared
Helplessly as my eyes watched
The right leg stood in defiance
Against the left to run for safety
The body lost its fair balance
And then fell like a crumbling block
My eyes are blurred and bleak
Obscured from auras of hope
My heart is beating, crying aloud
For more blood to pump across
Stingy organs through blocked veins
Of misery and sheer enmity
When others slice bread to breed
I sniff bad blood to bleed
Little chance of time remains
Weighing my commitment to repent
Before I am declared forgotten
Disabled I am; is my life in jeopardy?
By/ Yussuf Mukhtaar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem is not that good, cos it nearly moved me tears. look! it's an advance poem.