Tree Is My Last Shelter Poem by Chan Mongol
Tree Is My Last Shelter
TREE IS MY LAST SHELTER
Poem by Chan Mongol
May 01,2016
Who is kind, who cares how am I?
Who waits for me and stands by?
I am the handicapped, sick severely
I am unwanted in your happy family!
But I found the shelter under a big tree
Now, waiting for the death to carry me.
I was a trouble for you, an overhead
I was mute and so, I was treated so bad!
You pushed me in that quagmire, in the ditch
For path of your own freedom and peace.
I crawled and cried out but found none for me
Except, the shadow of that large old tree!
Sounds a little familiar, like the story of my life. A poignant piece, Chan. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/10/2024 11:12:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A sad but meaningful work, the words resonate with me as I have felt like this myself, the closing is filled with hope and despair. This is revealing thank you for sharing this work.