With full of tears.
No one's near.
No birthday song to be heard.
No wishes on way.
No candles to be lit.
As darkness prevails everywhere.
Bloodsheds everywhere,
Poverty spreads darkness everywhere.
No money in pocket.
Struggling for a single day meal.
Today is your birthday.
Let's cut cake.
But, where is the cake! ! !
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
© 2014.
Geetha Jayakumar.
Poverty is a state of misery. A person who cannot afford, a meal a day, cannot think of a cake at all. Where is the cake? A relevant question posed here! A very thoughtful poem, Geetha!
Heather Wilkins(10/27/2013 1: 20: 00 PM) a party without a cake not good. maybe next year will be better let's hope so
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poverty spreads darkness everywhere. No money in pocket. Struggling for a single day meal. Today is your birthday. Let's cut cake. But, where is the cake! ! ! ... a heartfelt picture has been painted. Really it is painful to cut birthday cake where there is severe poverty. Beautiful poem.