Everyday, we struggle.
For food, for shelter, we tussle.
Alot, for the cash solve jackpot puzzle.
Old, young, younger, everyone hustle.
Tirelessly in the flaming sun we walk,
Headed to a land of no rest; Our place of work.
For us teachers, we just talk on and talk,
While them bankers count the cash with long ties worn.
We struggle everyday,
And from our pocket, a penny each day.
Fearless of death, careless of health, we make our day.
Sleep with an eye, while the other watch the sun's ray.
The sun is yet alive, but we've begun marching.
Teachers, keep on talking,
Hawkers, never cease walking.
With just one thing in mind in all our doing;
That there is no rest
Till you in peace rest.
So you do your best,
And leave to God, the rest.
A very good poem written at midnight without light..... just wonderful. thoughts, future, worries, joys, pains.... all are reflected here in this poem. thank you very much. tony
Good poem. Very thoughtful. It's a rat race. I like it. Pls read mine and comment
poem well flowed to the ending flawless. rhyming words used suitably Read mine and comment please. Thank u
Toheeb, I felt your fatigue and struggle, while your words also stirred a sense of pain from the weight of the strife lived by one so young. Keep your eyes on the horizon...you will go far!
Your message is great, Toheeb.So, romantic you are about life! The manner in which you wrote the poem is unique.Just unique!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not many poets write like you, gentle words but weighty. This is a grt write Toyeeb, looking forward to reading more like it.