Is It Because I’m An Orphan?(Crooked World)

Life is so unbearable for rootless tree

Feeding and habiliment are thorny

Was life created abnormally?

Why am I created into this fallen earth?

My early life was cherubic and propitious

I lived in purple and enjoyed the best

My parents were loving and caring

They made life casual for me.

I grew strong and vast in knowledge

My parents riches increases everyday

Though, I was the only child ; they mollycoddled me 

Yet, I was trained in the godly path.

A night wrote sadness in my dairy

Turning my story around like a chariot

I thought the night was a dream not until I saw them entering their last home.

Oceans of tears gushed for days.

My relative came to took the fleshy part of my father's sweat.

Leaving the bone for the dog

Some even took from the bone meant for dog

And sent the dog out of the fold.

I became a poor homeless dog

Roaming in the villainous streets

I have no roof to cover my head

It seems the hell has come before the end.

Few days later, I have become a gleaner gleaning around bins

I was clothed with filthy rag

even my relatives despise me

They made me a street dog.

I had nowhere to lay my head

Every nook and cranny are meant for me

I had used python as my pillow; 

perhaps the heavenly body saved me.

I become almajiri on the street

begging for a drop of coin

even my sweat are shared with street wolf

unless I don't want to live on earth.

Life was hard for me 

Yet I never think of suicide 

I strongly hold on my father's words

"life is a wheel, hope will help you"

My heart cling to those words 

And I hope for a better life to come.