The priest called-
I came-
With my loaf and fish-
He collects- as pat on head
Saying, “Run along boy, run along”
I waited-
Then he whispered my ears-
‘’-You know Jesus; he did same a boy,
A boy like you- run and merry’’
But I hungry- stared
He would multiply it-
And we would all be fed-
But the priest ate my bread, my fish
And that night- we died of hunger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem