Little did his mother think
when she babe her new baby
her dearest baby will be
one day a Hotel boy
The little boy below the teen
getting slang languages
some times slap too
his power of endurance is extreme
Still washing cup plates
cleaning victous of customers
the hands which are to hold
chalk, paper, pencil, bat and ball
are getting rampant.
In lieu he gets
two times meal and
a tatter to wear
Thanks to the civilized Human
made him to do so
But I am helpless
I have neither money
nor time to spare
for his bright future
The Government is also helpless
I do not know why they are so
The entire Human society is
too helpless, because no time
to look into the matter, as busy
for making a new world
preparing to fight against Mankind
But no matter to grieve on the matter
God is always with Him.
In my humble opinion poetry is composed in diction of feelings rather than any yard stick of accuracy...this i must say is an eye-opener...this poem has a very loud voice for the high-ups... your hotel boy reminds me of Blake's Chimney sweeper! ! !
I like the idea behind the poem...can be improved further by taking care of grammar...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear poet never think '' i am helpless '' as you wrote.You did as you can with your words that sticks on all hearts those who read this, with your great message..revolution happens when millions thinks of a change.you can carry this message at least on mine heart..a poet always dreams a better world.you did this with your poem.thank you