I doubt If
The world has
Met my expectation
In equal measure
It does of my own.
It has provided me
With all things
To make man whole
In his world
But I run short
Of the many things
At my disposal
And somehow
It is my fault
That man is still
Half fed
Half nude
Half hearing
Half blind.
Yes somehow
It is my fault!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thought provoking poem from your pen. It just left me wondered that is it really possible for one to meet the expectation of world or vice versa. It is not possible at all. One should never feel guilty of it. One can add only tiny drops of water to sea. Loved the way you presented it. Thanks for sharing.