OUR MISFORTUNE !

OUR MISFORTUNE ! 

            A F  EKBAL.

Countless parents go out every morning 

 Leaving dear homes to fulfill their  dreams!

Return in the evening 

With the home necessities  

Get medicine for the elders

Burn the stoves to feed the meinie 

Sit with the young ones to teach 

And prepare for the next day !  

Have to pay electricity water bills 

Have to pay house rent school fees 

Have to pay for medications 

To get rid of cracked feet ulcers ! 

Hard to get freedom from poverty

Harder to own a home 

Children's education 

Daughter's marriage  

And to set up the sons

Also to perform further duties known and unknown;   

Debt load become healthier   

On those unhealthy parents ! 

Solution ? 

That's only today's wage 

That's the last line of hope !   

To cultivate all the dreams

The aspirations for ages 

Struggle with poverty 

And to live with respect for some hours !

Things haven't changed  

Nor the hopes too, 

Yes, they're promised 

What's necessary to do 

And by shedding  

Sweat or blood 

Would they definitely do !

Same debt in inheritance  

Same duty in inheritance  

Inherited the same dreams

Till they grown up old ! 

It's our disarrangement 

We are proud of our democratic fragrant 

But have no time to think ever 

Why can't things change

Though generations change ! 

               06-11-2021.