1 Beat Up Body Poem by Chan Mongol

1 BEAT UP BODY
Poet Chan Mongol
SEPTEMBER 3 of 2019




Once, I created jobs, I was fit;

But look at me now, I hardly exist!

I still have the life sign;

I still have feelings of mine!

Time passed by and I am hopeless;

With no one's concern and bless.

Now I am unable to foster any big desire;

But willing to live and life to maneuver!

My more desires and hopes for who?

Man eater tigers are fed in the zoo.

I feel sad for why did Ihelped them?

Because, they ended my fame.

Life is always unpredictable;

Still, I made others capable.

Then, I didn't feel frustration;

I did what I did in devotion.

Alas! I lost and they won;

They think luck had done.

Regret that I needed more efforts for me!

To rise up better and somebody to be!

I did then what I had to do;

To develop them as embryo!

I still want my life to continue;

But beat up body don't let me go!

I want to see herds of cattle in the field;

But for man's food they will be killed.

I want see roses in the garden;

But they will be beheaded by men.

Me now, as a ttle guy need the relief;

To live ok either, at the foot or at the cliff!

Body is unimportant but the soul is main;

In desert, in rain and or in the plain.