A Little Mechanic…

A Little Mechanic... short poem

Photo by Lars Plougmann

In his tiny eyes,
I saw a little glance of life,
His innocent face reflects his poverty,
As he was facing a great storm in himself,
His gloomy voice telling me a legend of his broken dreams,
He was too small for that school,
A little mechanic with a bag of tool,

His childhood passing along,
Playing with screw driver and handsaw,
The sun molesting him through his light,
Abusive language incise his feelings of delight,
Brow beaten by his cruel master,
He was too small for that disaster,
A little mechanic with a lots of fears,

Every evening my bus was passing near his workshop,
I saw him and he smiled as he was happy with his life,
Besides his beautiful smile,
I was reading his griefs’ file,
Too many desires alive,
How he was brave,
Changes his face like a wave,
May God help him and Save,
I pray for him everyday,
He was too small for that aim,
A little mechanic with a strong faith,

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