When I was born,
in conditions that were not ideal for my survival,
everyone thought I shall not survive.
I was a weak baby,
with minimum chances of survival.
Still I survived.
Thirteen months after my birth my father expired.
Leaving me on pity of my selfish uncles.
I was a rich baby
as I had inherited a lot of wealth.
My uncles cheated me
and took all my wealth.
The eldest uncle cut my mother into two pieces.
My poor maternal uncle was a teacher,
it was his kindness that I grown up into a mighty youth.
But the day on which he also became a corrupt,
and joined hands with my corrupt uncles
it became difficult for me to breath.
I am afraid my uncles who cut my mother into two pieces
may cut me too into so many pieces.
Alas! What of me!
Even a nation can't survive
If education is commercialized
and its teachers become corrupt uncles!
People in my wife's family went through similar trials. God be with you.
They tried their best to kill their guilt, trapped in their guilt you survived.. iip
Really you have gone through a lot in life. Where should one go to when own people turn foes. Hope you are doing fine now. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great metaphor, I think it's a story of corrupt leaders of Pakistan............................................