I never like to hear sad song,
That may kill our creativity,
But once I heard a song of little child,
With running tears, with amazing melody,
Sung a song, the content is sad, so sad
"When you live in day time,
I live in night time,
When you eat fresh ice cream,
I eat waste as fresh one,
When I see you with parents,
I run way from you to hide my sorrows,
I am a boy of less than six,
Suffered more than sixty,
My parents were gone,
My godfather died in an accident,
In my solitude, I found happiness,
In my mingling, I found sorrow,
When you mingle with Cine Stars,
I mingled with Stray Dogs,
When you sleep in bed,
I sleep in drums, waste drums,
When man of mighty fails to protect,
I seek my protection from stray dogs,
When you play with doll of high values,
I play with dogs of nil value,
My life and love is different,
I can't find your peace and love,
In the cocoon stages of my life,
Deep cry may relive a pain,
Deep mourn may relive a pain in heart,
I am helpless, helpless,
When you smile, I started crying,
Crying from the deepest core of the heart,
To keep my survival by someone,
To keep my survival by someone,
It's a cry of a child with suffering,
For the reason, I don't know."
When I heard his story of misfortunes,
I suffered greatly, his words are still hunting me,
This is life of extreme reality, with cursing to full level,
The public fail to see him in the day time,
He was labelled as bad omen.
We have all systems to create negative everywhere.
But the boy find to gain his life by expressing himself-
In the night time, with a deep touching song of reality.
Just to make the life rolling, in the midst of critical timing.
23/11/2018,19.48, Kadammanitta, Kerala.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem