Survival has set me free
For life want I flee
In chase of comfort
For the betterment of my dreams
But the very life teaches me a lesson
In the reality of the harsh condition
Afflicted by the hustle of the cooling sun
Defeated by my lack of numeracy
Confined to the dictates the streets throw at me
My sweat for this day
Only ends with unappetizing meal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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