Life has always been intact,
Though my tiny boat had often
Broken by startling tides
And washed off by floods!
Thanks to God, the merciful,
All ended well with me, but,
Children today work so long
To make winnings in heaps.
Alien to them are sweetness,
Either in flesh or in souls!
Their delights too are strains;
Temples full of swollen veins!
Tajudeen Shah
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swollen-veins/
