All in the name of destitution
That has hitten our back deeply.
Everybody are striving to be the best
They work through the day but
Atlast no life but hope.
Some are even unable to get livehood
They soak cassava flour everyday
Unfortunately if life is available
They take it without hen.
I have not for once meet with hen
Except it is occasional or fun time.
My major diet has been food
With plenty of water.
So that I can be half satisfied
When will I eat hen?
Why was I born?
Where is my destination?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice intensity of emotion in your poem. Beautiful poem