A Child’s Innocent Dream
Xitizko mitra Prakash Dhamala
Australia
An innocent child standing amid the traffic congestion
Counts his childhood days of pain, bliss and tribulation
He sometimes dreams of contentment and happiness
He sometimes dreams of a world devoid of distress
He often prays for forbearance and tranquility for us
He often prays for forbearance and tranquility for us.
He had been buried in the heaps of despotism as told
Alone in the gloomy gaol of far- far-far-far busy land
Where he was served with pebbly food and prickly beds,
Where he’s shown the frame of his dead parents’ heads
He often prays for forbearance and tranquility for us
He often prays for forbearance and tranquility for us.
The crumpled papers cry under the shade of gigantic pole
Stating that they failed to teach him a b c d 1 2 3 four
The thrown pencil beside him yells the fact of torment
The child siestas on the pitched road being dormant
He often utterly exclaims for his state of being alive
He often rants and raves against the arms and knives.
He sometimes prays for equality, freedom and humanity
He sometimes prays for equality, freedom and humanity.
you guys are working so hard, keepit up
Poor but brave child…
We have to continue for better life as the years go by, fighting to find our way, trying to make it easier…
We are stuggling, surviving the best we could.
All the best in Australia for you, friend.