When I ponder on the expectations society has of me
When I see the innocent children cry
into nothingness on the streets
And how the the poor are molested without a say
When I see these happenings,
My conscience calls me to duty
And grief enslaves my happiness
When ailments raids the lives of the innocents
And disaster renders the needy homeless
When sorrow fills the heart of the helpless
And hunger raids on the orphans
I know I have a mission to accomplish
I see the struggle of my father
And hear the cries of my mother
The eyes that guide my growth from infancy, I feel
So long I have realized;
Though I hold my own identity,
They hold the corners of my destiny
And my life is not my own
They are the stakeholders of my life
Concerned about every step I take
Grief not my people
But have confidence in your child
For your wish is my destination
And my aspirations, my fuel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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what a lovely poem. i could not just stop thinking of my own life and the circumstances i witnessed back home. We all at one point have dried this cry of change yet i know our tears are not falling on dry ground. we will stand for it. keep it up