I cried out my eyes that fateful day,
When I was forcefully snatched from mother's arm,
Into a strange land have I found myself,
A sad, lonely Almajiri child.
During the day, as I scavenge for food,
I looked up to the sun, but if frowned at me,
It's scorching heat burning my bald head,
My bare feet begging for mercy under it treacherous heat.
At night while I lay on the cold hard ground,
I stared at the moon but it laughed at my plight,
The stars blinking in happiness, while I wallow in loneliness,
The cloud seems peaceful while within me exists turmoil.
Tho I try hard not to cry,
But tears keep flowing like a fountain of water,
All I wanted was to be loved like every other normal child,
How unusual has my life turned out to me.
How do I think of a future,
When today isn't even decided?
How do expect me not to angry,
When my closest friend is hunger?
Oh that the mountains would fall on me,
Send the flood to wash me away,
End this mirage I'm living called life,
For the life of an Almajiri isn't worth a slice of bread.
©SIMPLE, 2018
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