Boatmen without boats
Meet me by the river
How long would I go with them!
The ever flowing river
River of misery
River of pain
Drowning many on the shore.
Their taunts I hear
For the work assigned
Wasting my body all day
Sixty rupees are my wages
To soothe the hunger of my kids
Sailing in different boats all of us
Beating our drums, as we go.
Borrowing increases day by day
Anyhow my life goes
Daily comes the banker
At my broken door
With his flaring tongue
Everyone worries for himself
Who cares for whom I know!
Food and water everywhere-
What spoke the needy man?
Can his hunger be soothed by seeing?
Yet, his eyes dream
Having hope
Of seeing delight
On the faces of the haves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
HUMANS CARES MOST THEIR INDIVIDUAL BENEFITS.THAT'S WE WHY WE FORGET WE NEED TO CARE EVEN THE DISTANT ONES. READ MY NEW POEM MY WORLD SPEECH OVER PAKISTAN.