Rag- pickers
In a bright winter day
The brilliant sun was blinking
In the western horizon.
Distant stars were twinkling
Illuminating its faint light
The home-bound poor beggar
Was walking with long stride
The white crane was eager
To cross the blue sky
With its quick and clumsy
Flapping finishing the days
Rummage in the noisy world.
The weary sheep
Finishing their days course
Returning home bleating
Without any sign of remorse.
Only some rag-pickers
Passed the day without food
After a day long hard toil
With wan face and pensive mood.
They have enough self-respect
And don’t go to beg
In the scorching sunlight
They only pick rag.
Government comes and goes
But their fate remains the same.
One party comes in power
The others just blame.
People who are rich enough
Just hide money in foreign bank
Politicians are dubious enough
They only play prank.
Shakil Ahmed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem