WHERE CAN HE FLEE ?

What can a man do when his hand is short,
And sees his little son look at a coat,
Worn by a cousin in expensive clothes
While his son looks at him with tears in eyes ?

He sees all this from far but dare not near
As his eyes also well with such a tear.
He stays afar and says, " l've done my best
To shun a scene like this and get depressed."

He works from morn to night and can't do more
And goes home just to hug his kids to core.
How can he hug them with a tear in eye,
And what will he retort if they ask why ?

Where will he go to flee from his own self ?
There is no place for him to flee from grief.
No refuge he can find from tortured mind,
Which keeps showing that scene to reprimand.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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