I Am Lucky Speaking From Bangladesh - Poem by Abdul Wahab
I am lucky that I got uncle, Jamir
He pushes me up and I am in the pages
Of first light, I am rising but with out my
knowledge, I become his food, now my
energetic voice is heard but secretly
I am deflowered, I write scripts for the
Tv screen but I find myself in trap
I look lively but internally dying
I shout but my soul is crying
Take my all progress and give back my bag
I do not want to be food for all, any more
Please, let me go back.
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