Having no time
you are
shaping the dreams
you dare, you care
says your wall poster.
You cannot see
our children
with untidy uniform.
The rag picker boy
peeps in to the
the bright face of the
topper on the school wall.
The tender spine bent
with bagful of rugged dreams
on his back
is not your concern.
You are concerned
much more
about your poster.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The tender spine bent with bagful of rugged dreams on his back is not your concern.....ironic....... very well written to bring in your points. the boy who picks up the bag? a big question against the conscience of this society in which we are..... lovely write...... toyn