Struggle

The sun is up 

I must stroll the miles 

to find my stomach's friend

but, with no optimism. 

for I am deaf and dumb

but I can hear and speak

my hopes are in the same boat as me

and signs can't play a part either

the day is getting tired

my motion is like the tortoise

finally we are on the ring out the open

the whistle is blown by the dark

promptly the insects won 

Allah what's my crime!! 

why do I exist when life offers non? 

where is my prayers? 

I weeped an ocean 

the moon and stars weeps too

and then smile in some sense of faith

Now endurance is my heart

and the miles, I oblige to

as there is hope in every tomorrow.