A Dream To Go Abroad Poem by bijaya koirala

THIS UNMANAGED WRITTEN POEM IS A TRUE STORY OF MY LIFE



a hand written passport...
a beautifully decorated agency..
some tall and white people from abroad...
people in waiting hall...
some nervousness in mind...

finally got the visa for middle east
i went for airport and cached the big plane
that moment was really beautiful.

i got a work....
the sun was near and it was really hot
my eyes filled with tear and started to remember my place
my poor family and their expectation towards me.

my dream towards abroad is going to be finished.
i asked for released from work with my boss.
he didn't released me, he pressed me to work 18 hour in a day.
he provided me only one time lunch or dinner.

i don't get the chance to call my family ever
i was lying in bed with fever.

i was fighting with death..
with lot of hate
finally a good person i met
he helped to return me
and i swear i will never see a sea.