Life In Third World Countries Poem by kafil uddin raihan.

Every night before going to bed,
I pray to him, he, the almighty,
“Oh god! Do not send any more life,
Any newborn to these ugly lands”
I know you wonder of such a prayer!
But believe me, it is the fact, the reality.
Life in these third world countries
have been a curse, a burden!
You cannot feel, but I can, because,
every single morning I see them.
Poverty, corruptions, immorality
have grasped every sphere of society.
Starvation, diseases, storms, prejudices
accompanied with death in here.
Every single man in a third world country,
Does not know what is waiting for him next.
They do not know what this life is for.
They think of and of about the secret.
I know these are unbelievable!
However, there is nothing to do,
No one to help them,
These have been going on and on since past,
and these will run on in the same track.
We will sigh and see!
We will shout and cry!
But believe me, now-a-days,
In this third world countries,
life is just a life,
life is just to live,
life is just lifeless,
a bit of death…