The Ordinary Man

Look at the way he walks With a torn tattered cloth and broken spirit. His soul weeps all day long as he Watches keenly how lizards and rats feast merrily in his house Upon the strong hands of poverty on him. Rough and sorrowful life has he seen through out his life And no soul cares to help. His dreams and aspirations went away and He is rejected and frustrated by men. Thro and fro, thro and fro, he match all alone Facing the oddities of life and yet no hope seen by. Food ran away from his table and, water became his enemy in the long run. Tolling all day and yet no fruit yield He becomes the barren tree beside the riverine. No money to buy those things which are required by the body. He is not seen in the public and never allow To speak when others has spoken. Yet he believed in days to come it shall be well In his tribulation and suffering in the hands of poverty. The ordinary man entangled in the hands of shame. The parrots sing every sun rise to mock him, While the cock crows each morning to remained him of His wretched life which torment him.