I am the Boy || Poem of an unemployed guy

 I am the boy, 

        Whoever you called 'Kabla', 'Foolish'.

I am the boy, 

        That is equal to the leftovers to you. 

I am the boy, 

        Who work hard just for you, 

But you do not give me any price.

Do not give me the right to live well in a polite society. 

You deprive me of education rights, 

You used me as your political tool, 

You only with two pieces of bread

Do glorious, hijacking, rape, various criminal activities by me. 

Then when the end of your work ---

            you have don't need me anymore,

Then you throw me into the sewage, 

            the dirty place in the dustbin. 

I am the boy, 

          whose older parents and younger siblings are 

          dependent for his only income from tuition, 

Yet I have no price in society

          Because I'm unemployed. 

But it can not be continued; 

One day I guys like us

Become a storm of Kalbeshakhi, 

To blow up the whole society

We will destroy his customs, laws, all old things. 

"I will quiet that day, 

           On the day when Bhim will not fight anymore."

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