Give back my hope
Awaiting for father at night with Her
Fly high with poverty
Searching for live. Immature rare dreams
Don’t want you happy
Give back my joy
I don’t want to deprive you
Rather I will make a tune, Give me your deprived
Poverty will never ever end
The crime classes
Greedy cheapest worker
Stimulate financing the societal…yet we blame them.
You don’t know the shadow of poor
I can tell you, blame your present
It has robbed my writing
Stop stimulating scientist, great life
Spare cloth to bath
Thoughtful mother
Cold, fresh rice…all has stolen.
I want that desponded poverty
My poor belly cries
Give back my flow
A great poem, poverty should be a thing of the past, one day god willing it will be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. This pierce my heart. You really capture the theme. The imageries are great. kudos and thanks for sharing