Walking dead body with A Stick
Represents himself as victim of
Insult and negligence.
Who does care here
An extinguishing candle.
He is enforced to stay in asylum.
No place for him in the house
That he had constructed with
His blood and sweat.
What a pathetic the world it is!
He turned burden for the state,
His own sons and daughters.
Who does here care,
His dedication and devotion
For the welfare of nation
And his own family.
A sense of repentance he feels
For the tree of affection, he planted
Bearing fruits of selfishness.
Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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No place for him in the house That he had constructed with His blood and sweat. What a pathetic the world it is! .....so moving. Beautiful poem with nice expression. Thanks for sharing.