I am alone, a star fallen
kicked from the God’s abode
with pity called an orphan
call of dreams are my hoard.
I too want to gather
the buds and fruits
from the orchard
called school.
I too want to learn
the lessons fair and true
from the glossy pages
of a sacred book.
I too want to be alive
under a roof
with walls of love and life
in a family.
I too want to rise
with strong wings of will
to assert myself
to get a rank
in the society.
I was born to a mother
who did not much bother
she left me to my fate
that played a brute till date
a part, she must have slashed
that pains and hurts in a flash.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very touching.. heartrending poem