Tokai [a Street Kid] Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Tokai [a Street Kid]



There the tokai goes with an empty sack,
In the hope of coming back,
With something precious and cheap,
Some are for selling, some for him to keep.

He is not afraid of the sun and its anger,
Neither the rain can prevent his desire,
To roam around in search of something from something,
Free to move almost everywhere as a crownless King.

The filled, heavy bag brings innocent smile to his face,
Each day is new calling him to join the endless race.


In Bangladesh, the word ‘tokai' indicates a street kid of age below ten.

Friday, October 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poverty
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Md. Ziaul Haque

Md. Ziaul Haque

Sylhet, Bangladesh
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