a sensitive poem- I orphan.........?

the poem here may not look good, but its feeling is filled with up infinite sorrow.. a boy filled up with his numerous relatives is called as orphan because he don't have his parents today, and he don't have money today.. actually this is not a story about the street boy, but it is about that boy who is called as orphan by society, still he declines the fact that he is orphan and he says tomorrow he will be rich person, and he shall show all his relatives that he was not a useless guy... he shall show this world that he still has humanity by which he will serve the needed one....

I orphan?

Born here on the same world, enriched with numerous relatives,

legs of mine moves targeting to discover some unfound creatives

I too have heart, have promised to kiss aim from inner spirit

carrying humanity, to help one of need, though i was not merit

But,

But hey my dear friend, my relatives are like as if all are dead

my body is strugling as that of fish out of water does to breath

Heart got divided, promises got broken, and I got only sympathy

Being myself in den of poverty, my humanity lost in selfish city

Yes, because of same poverty, my relatives departed from me,

Because of same poverty, my determination is fractured on me

Because of same poverty, my desire and aim extended to horizon

And I happened to receive the curse of all helpless and dieing one

Yes,

Being gaurdainless, wondering in the street, i myself call me orphan

Lacking the inspiration and help of relatives, you all call me orphan

A handicapped unable to live and lead a distinct life, called orphan

Life of darkness, without any light and vision, I am everyone orphan

In front of world, Don’t know, why do I loose everytime in this society?

Because of whom, why do I fear on introducing me my own dynasty

So frequently I ask myself, who are my parents, what is my background?

In this world do I have any living relatives who is eager to hear my sound?

Yes the same question I am asking this monetary society filled with gays?

Why do you fight in relation for wealth, let me have some wisdom and ray

Is money all the final desire of we human in this so called ‘civilised crowd’?

If so, for a poor like me, what shall be that which shall make me proud

However was yesterday, today I shall get up to live in a new world,

Not of humanity, I shall buy relatives of same blood from this sword

To taste success, I shall lead me myself to every horizon and summit

I shall serve the all poors and my nation, Promising myself inner spirit

Hey my lord, let all these my need and determination be on your wishes

who ever calls me orphan, may they always have wonderful dishes

you are my parents, you are my relative, let me be some one big here

on the every stage of my life, let not the name ‘orphan’ make me fear

I am not orphan because my lord and my friends are with me

Let not me be sad, my relatives died for me

translated poem of nepali

म अनाथ

suraj ghimire

in search of destiny

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