' Survival '
I was once asked about what is survival
and this is what i said to my friend -
To some it is dining out whatever the expense
with wallet overflowing and no brow tense.
To some it is buying the Holidays best
to getaway from the pile of files and rest
To some it is shoes and clothes galore
till the closet can fill no more
There are some, who can't for their children provide
share the daily bread and supper innumerously divide
have no shoes, working with blistered heels
sometimes get thrown out of job, by employer to get on an even keel
work day in and day out without a rest
with no food around, offering her adolescent to suckle her breast
Unfair or unjust that you can decide
this is what i say, well let me preside
Survival is not in your lifetime digging a goldmine
Survival is not devouring the non leonine
Survival is not feasting and toasting
and without remorse the weakling accosting
My dear friend Survivial is joining hands
close and near till faraway lands
till the love in your heart fills up your glands
the soul is at peace has no more demands
When the storms are raging
whether your sails are posh or tattered
the boat shall rock unforgiving
until you feel lost and battered
until your actions, thoughts and deeds you circumnavigate
Survival slipping through your fingers, Meet you will the same ruinous fate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem, like it.