In his tiny eyes,
I saw a little glance of life,
His innocent face reflects his poverty,
As he was facing a great storm in himself,
His gloomy voice telling me a legend of his broken dreams,
He was too small for that school,
A little mechanic with a bag of tool,
His childhood spending along,
Playing with screw driver and handsaw,
The sun molesting him through his light,
Abusive language incises his feelings of delight,
Brow beating by his cruel master,
He was too small for that disaster,
A little mechanic with a lots of fears,
Every evening my bus was passing near his workshop,
I saw him and he smiles as he was happy with his life,
Besides his beautiful smile,
i was reading his griefs file,
Too many desires alive,
How much he was brave,
Changes his face like a wave,
May God help him and Save,
I pray for him everyday,
He was too small for that aim,
A little mechanic with a strong faith,
His innocent face reflects his poverty,
As he was facing a great storm in himself,
His gloomy voice telling me a legend of his broken dreams,
He was too small for that school,
A little mechanic with a bag of tool,
His childhood spending along,
Playing with screw driver and handsaw,
The sun molesting him through his light,
Abusive language incises his feelings of delight,
Brow beating by his cruel master,
He was too small for that disaster,
A little mechanic with a lots of fears,
Every evening my bus was passing near his workshop,
I saw him and he smiles as he was happy with his life,
Besides his beautiful smile,
i was reading his griefs file,
Too many desires alive,
How much he was brave,
Changes his face like a wave,
May God help him and Save,
I pray for him everyday,
He was too small for that aim,
A little mechanic with a strong faith,
lovely poem from pakistan. expecting more from her
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Jane.
DeleteShe will publish more of her works on this blog, so visit regularly to catch up with more from her.
So touching, Pakeeza is writing with emotion
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
DeleteIt shows that she writes with passion.
A poem talking about child labour, thumbs up to the writer
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kemi.
DeleteExactly, my thought too.
It evokes emotion.. Thumbs up
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Niran.
DeleteOne great poet giving thumbs up to Pakeeza.