Eating an unripe mango
By the side of the dusty road
Is a little orphan boy
Without a choice
The bourgeois flashy cars sped by unconcerned
Covering him with more dust
Men and women of affluence
Gaily dressed and healthy looking
Strolled by without a thought
As he ate without a choice
His place of residence,
The tattered dress
The unhealthy look and food
Is really nobody's concern.
(Thursday 6th March,2003,6.25am)
We are all God's children. Both poor children and the wealthy. All kids deserve respect. They did not choose their parents nor cities. Hope I make sense. You are truly a caring human being.)) thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You pointed out poverty and indifference in society perfectly! Great poem!
Thank you Kostas. Our society need to show more care and love.