Thank you, god, for the wonderful relatives
They help me and never leave
But my heart looks for my parents
Far across the mountains, they live
Sends me many things I need
But do they realise it's them whom I need?
Fighting everyday between dream and reality
It's a game I never win
The warmest clothes are never warm as their hugs
The sweetest ice cream is never sweet as their smile
Friends make fun of me
Says I am an orphan or adopted
As they never saw my parents with me
Teachers yell at me and say I don't think
How can one think when the mind is somewhere else?
The bitter words get absorbed and don't ricochet.
I look through the mountains for inspiration
Knowing they are there somewhere
And always keep my hope alive
That one day my dream will win over reality
For my parents will come to me and give me the
Warmest hug and love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem