Poor Child Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Poor Child
Why I have been sent as poor?
Why my parents need to beg door to door?
How much shame I feel while accompanying
People use abusive language and defying existence
I see pain in their eyes
Father desperately tries
To make me understand
The destiny’s role and its trend
I fail again with his call
Question about Almighty’s role
Why should we only be subjected?
Father remains silent without being reacted
We remain not even hand to mouth
We have shabby cloths to be worn
Appearance almost makes me weary
We are helpless on earth already
People throw coins
But hard face is maintained
Some kind faces show charity
On the name of god or almighty
I feel wind may blow
We will certainly grow
Turn table and direct the tide
To go away and strike
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Hm Terance Booth50 minutes ago Kinda choppy, thanks for sharing.
Very accurate description of growing up in poverty. Good write. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
A rich evaluation of what it is to be a poor, suffering human being on the planet Earth. Richard Stephan49 minutes ago Since it's probably a dream within a divine dream, nothing really matters at all, & what if it did? Meh good one Hasmukh Mehta...keep up the good relations with the cyber space inhabitants! ; -) Rico Comment 0
Life is what you make it Ranya52 minutes ago Beautiful.. True and well written :)
Awesome Poem! Raven Rose52 minutes ago nicely done Comment +1
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I would like to translate this poem
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Why I have been sent as poor? Why my parents need to beg door to door?