Oh God,
Struggle for him never ends.
Starves for days together.
But who cares
Do we
Winds shiver him
Sun burns him
Rain soaks him
But who cares
Do we
For centuries,
Fortune comes for him,
For emancipating,
From Hunger
From Life
But who cares
Do we
For him,
Every meal is everything.
Every dream is a nightmare.
Every penny from everybody,
Emancipates him from the struggle.
But who cares
Do we
Hardship is his companionship.
Happiness is a distant dream and
Is a man of constant sorrow.
Nevertheless,
He is man of patience
But who cares
Do we
Winds shiver him Sun burns him Rain soaks him But who cares Do we - Sad poem. Thank you for sharing
the poor, their hunger, their struggle is seen by you my dear poet. your heart is full of compassion..... thank you dear poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The psyche of poverty is brilliantly depicted..a poem of substance.. liked your creation..10