Standing
Breakfast in morning,
Taking care of body,
Then I go for reading.
Picture in CBC,
Is great, speaking!
All the males, brothers,
Have bent for prayers,
Little boy observes them!
Looks at me,
I look back,
Strat talk…
He has simple question:
"What is my future? "
I remain motionless,
Am mute, unaware!
Rich, wealthy, in power,
Politicians, gun makers,
Please, help me answer.
Wears a cap, in style,
Must be of Pakistan,
Will follow the Islam!
Will become an ISIS?
Or joins the Taliban?
Or, maybe scientist,
Goes to get a degree,
And remains in U.S.?
In him I, see myself,
A useless in casket!
I was raised in clouds,
Was abused as a pawn,
Both in dark and in sun!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem