He strives to bear a smile
Within reveals pains
An unhealthy emotional state.
World rotating in circles
No progress
No movement
Not a single means of success.
Thought eats him deep
Leaving him depressed and weary.
Poverty looks into his eyeballs with a scary smile.
Hunger dance around his household, staring at his face.
Behold the first in the linage
He who carries the responsibilities.
Who shall feel those pains within?
Who shall see his tears without a smile?
Who shall hear him lament without a laughter?
Who shall help his soul?
Oh poor being
What should he do to stop those grumbling and muttering voices?
Not a single day passes without wishing for a better life.
Then came the stranger
A blessing in disguise.
Picked him up,
Set him up
A life of silver and gold,
More blissful years.
Gone are the days of lack and wants.
The monster of pain and sorrow took to his heel.
Feeding was from a fashioned table with a sliver spoon.
A total upliftment
From grass to grace.
Him and his generation never to weep again.
Poem by Chiazokam Joy