He is a father, <br />Walking door to door, <br />Running here and there, <br />Begging the sympathy, <br />Ragging his own, <br />Only for his child, <br />Who is now in coma, <br />Fighting with death, <br />He...a father...an insentient. <br /> <br />He is a father, <br />Staring at the body, <br />His eyes are foggy and wet, <br />That body belongs to his son, <br />Who is now past only, <br />Only for a few dollars, <br />Or for a sympathy of kind hearts, <br />He...a father...an insentient. <br /> <br />He is not alone, <br />Lots like him around us, <br />Waiting for our hands, <br />Seeking for our helps, <br />He can not but cry, <br />He is so incapable, <br />Only see his child to loose, <br />Far away from him, <br />He...a father...an insentient. <br /> <br />You, me, anyone of us, <br />Would be one like him, <br />Please raise our hands, <br />Save a life of a child, <br />Not for the sake of god, <br />Not for him or his child, <br />Just for us, our child, <br />Not let them to die for dollars, <br />Not let to sigh and cry, <br />Any man of poverty like him, <br />He...a father...an insentient.<br /><br />kafil uddin raihan.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-a-father-an-insentient/
