Drunk With Pain Poem by Sukhee Bukhbat

Walking in the city of New York late evening,
Wondering how many people this city carries.
We can't guess while seeing waves of people.

Rushing through crowds in the streets,
Imagining where this crowd comes from.
We won't know while looking at masses of people.

Not knowing what to think,
Proudly we stare at the lights of city at Time Square.
Not knowing what to tell,
Quietly we glare at super tall fancy buildings in midtown.

Only thing we can expect is,
We can find a person in the corner.
In dirty clothes and extinguished fire in his eyes,
Drunk with pain.

Only thing we can do is,
Seeing him in a light of day or dark of night.
Passing through him and giving some change or not.
Looking after ourselves and minding our own business.

Drunk with pain in his whole body,
Hopelessly he observes the crowd with his extinguished eyes.
Stoned with torn soul in his mind,
Unwillingly he awaits help from anyone, yes anyone.

Would God himself forget about these people?
Or do these people refuse God's help?
Cause only hope would help them, only God can give them hope,
While not being able to handle the life themselves or with someone's help.

Every day we sink in the pain ocean.
Every moment we drown in the tear sea.
Every single one of us deserves happy life,
But are we willing to catch it at all expense?
Or rather we're willing to release?
Or maybe just to wait for it until it comes itself?

This is the question that we should ask ourselves.
Who knows how we will wind up?
Who knows with what we end up?