cambodia trishaw boy
from his wallet a little torn picture
of late dad
a little torn picture
as the boy shows me his dad
my heart melts
in the trishaw boy's wallet too
a grim reminder of
a violent history
all that remains
of his dad
a lttle blurred torn picture
a little blur torn picture
all the trishaw boy could
remember his dad by
This trishaw boy who i acquainted at my hotel in Siem Reap showed me a little picture in his wallet. He said it was of his father who he never met because he was taken away by Pol Pot regime when he was still very young. He said that was the only picture left of his father.
Of course, dad never came back from the purge. Many of the trishaw boys in Seam Reap are young between 18 and 25. I thought they should be in college.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem