Ordinary Man

I say I am from those
Who come to this beautiful land
Who keep on struggling everyday
To stay alive in a way not grand

I breathe with them
The smoky air of a chocked city
For those who keep waiting back
Home what we earn is a bounty

Before the sun wakes up
From its slumber we rush to work
We toil all day long to earn a little
And go back home well after dark

I am one of those poor souls
Who is happy in life and smiling
Pain of struggle vanishes as with
Kids we enjoy joking and dining

by Tiku akp

Comments (1)

I am one of those poor souls Who is happy in life and smiling Pain of struggle vanishes as with Kids we enjoy joking and dining Anil - Tiku ji, This is such a touching poem. You have portrayed beautifully the life of a hard working man. I can visualise the whole scenario. Working hard the whole day and still coming back home with a smile, to be. with his family. I remember my father, such a hard working soul, yet, when he reached home, he was all smiles, so happy to be with his family. Loved your poem Anil. 100+++