Amar Qamar Poet Imagism

A Donkey's Tale

I see your stare, I see you care 
I see your pity I see that you almost dare… 
Tears fill my eyes, sadness is etched on my face 
Look upon me and see deaths embrace 
I feel it in my aged bones, one day soon, I'll be free 
Death will be my escape, hopefully… 
Still I have many pain filled days to bear 
The weight of the world upon my shoulders 
Scraping and scuffing are the burdens holders 
Sun pounds down, I'm weary beyond belief 
I crave some water, some shade… anything for some relief 
Instead I'm rewarded with another pack on my back 
As my aged blisters begin to crunch and crack 
Knee's about to give, I try not to tumble 
I hear my master's irritation, I hear him grumble 
His angers building up as usual, I hear him rage n roar 
I try to set off, but I just can't move no more 
I see his anger, he raises his whip, 
It stings, it hurts as it's brought down on my injured hip 
I wait for the next, it never comes. I see him frown 
As I struggle… thrash… bumble… and fall 
Seems to take forever until I hit the ground 
This time I know it's over, once and for all 
After what seems like forever, the dust settles around… 
Eyes barely open, I see him run as he gets me a drink 
Water tastes nice, but it's not enough this time… 
A look of sadness crosses my master's face, also regret I think 
I feel it's too late, I'm just too tired and weary 
At last the rest I desired has finally come and I can sleep 
I feel myself going my eyes are getting bleary 
I feel for my brothers, who suffer and who have yet to endure 
For this hatred, anger, abuse and cruelty, I pray for a cure

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