08 May 2007

Poetry by Bunsung, level 7a

Orphan's life
Why?
Wide world,
But my family,
Motherless, fatherless,
So bitter for poor men.
No one is colder than orphan,
No one is lonelier than orphan
No one is more sorrowful than orphan.
Cambodian orphan is like a raft on the Atlantic,
All around are cold water and ice-wind on the sea.
When night is tranquil and calm, I feel so lonely in my life,
i hear the sound of barking of dog, and the sound of cricket in the midnight,
I feel I miss my mother father brother sister grandmother grandfather and my cousin.
All where is quiet, I can see only the twinkling of firefly, which flying up and down, around,
I am chilly my our-body, is less than frozen in my heart because nobody advises me,
Chats with me, tells me, listens to what I want to say like the other family does.
When I saw some one eating something, I am so hungry,
but I can only stand afar and look them eating,
Who care for the Cambodian orphan,
From day to day, night to night,
From month to month, week to year,
We are on here, no care for us.
I want to school, but no chance,
The school and food,
How can I afford?
To school no food,
Good way is,
Out of school,
And find work,
Eat rice from,
Hand to mouth
Some day
No food
In the evening.
Siem Reap April 21[st] 2007