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
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.