Hunchbacked

Burdens of all kinds and sizes

Are forced into a gunny sack

Against my pride, on my back

Painfully, though, with all my strength

I am barely able to walk my day

As for my grief, alas, with tears

And my fighting youthful spirit 

I am obliged to hold you all on the curb

The heat of the sun,

Together with burning asphalt

Make my journey far more difficult

And the path feels never-ending

My sweating feet

Glues my foot arches to my slippers

And I experience the aches and sores

The fatigue and curving of my spines

Hunchbacked, due to weariness

Dehydrated and exhausted carrying my loads

With vapors like coming from my head

Burned and tanned, my tongue is dried out

Finally, I made it, and the charge

Is finally taken away

Nevertheless, hunchbacked I stay

As I am unable to correct my posture

My spine curved badly, my face in sweat

I move to a nearby tap to quench my thirst

I wash my face and wipe it

Using my sweaty shirt

I hear my name,

I have to make another trip

Another gunny sack

Awaits to be delivered

Hunchbacked, I answer 

Bring it on for me.