by Matloob Bokhari
I am a hungry, naked, homeless boy,
Unloved, unhappy is the story of my life.
My father lives in layers of misery.
His heavy heart with pillow moans.
I cannot see this saddest sight.
So, in terrible loneliness, I sob.
Grieving vilely day and night,
My mother finally thanked her Lord.
Then my sister, in distress, rested in peace.
I thank God for their delighted depart.
With empty pocket, and empty hands,
I beg and steal in the busy streets.
In land of injustice, stand in front of palaces,
And stare at the misfortunes of my life.
O materially rich, spiritually poor countrymen,
I wish you Eid Mubarrak,
Simply, waiting for pale death,
In helplessness and hopelessness,
Your poor son.