I Have Written a Poem!

I have written a poem about him.

This poem has no poetic rhythm, rhyme
And metaphors just like his life.
It only talks about him and his life.
This poem talks about
How he every morning wakes up with hope of new life
And how he dies thousands times until dusk.

I have written a poem
That talks about how he was
Born with hopes and how he rears his sacred dreams;
And how with time, he dumps them somewhere,
How he accepts slavery; how he finds himself
In the land of Nowhere.

I have written a poem which
Talks about how that grown teen
Becomes matured in early age,
How he crosses the border
With dreams and how he
Gives up his dreams and
How he everyday bargains
Himself in strange market to be sold.

I have written a poem
That talks about the agony of him
To accept chauvinism; how his heart breaks into
Thousands pieces and how tears dry somewhere
Inside throat before they reach to his eyes;
And how those tears clutch his throat
And how he bears that endless pain.

I have written a poem
About his constant observation where
He sees everywhere people
Separated by huge walls to one another.
The walls of some rich, some powerful,
Some big, some small, some masters,
Some slaves, some commanders, some followers,
Some idols, some hypocrites, some gods, some prayers…..

I have written a poem
About his compulsion, his poverty,
His obligations, his destiny, his life.
The poem is full of frustrations, hatreds, abominations,
Meaninglessness and nothingness.
There is no melody, there is no rhythm,
No structure, no music just like his life..
Just like his life,
My poem is.
I have written a poem.