Ali Adamson


How I Became Poor - Poem by Ali Adamson

A poor little girl
with other poor kids
playing in garbage
...

I was seeing
and thinking
about her
and my baby
and their innocence
...

Through a distance
she saw me
for a moment
with shining eyes


Comments about How I Became Poor by Ali Adamson

  • Freshman - 781 Points V P Mahur (3/29/2014 2:36:00 PM)

    Dear Ali,
    deep and serious thought of compassion for the poor.
    thanks for your comments.
    Be close. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,250 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (1/17/2014 4:14:00 AM)

    you perfectly picture the moment each of us suffers...and made poor! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 7,607 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (1/6/2014 8:18:00 AM)

    Seeing a poor person in a pitiable condition makes one feel poor. It is rising to that level that is natural. This may lead to extending help later if one could. Beautiful poem that is example of instant reflection. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 1 Points Bijay Poudel (1/3/2014 9:58:00 PM)

    The observer himself becomes poor. The so called poor girl could afford to stare at him in a shinefull gaze. Such riches she carries. Who is the poor now? (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 15,089 Points Ramesh Rai (1/3/2014 11:34:00 AM)

    A painful write. after reading i feel too.you also must be knowing the story of a king's son n poor man's son. the shinning eyes made you to feel you are a poor. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,255 Points Shahzia Batool (1/3/2014 12:04:00 AM)

    The first thought after reading came as the effect of an evil-eye or i don't know what it is called nazar lagna jo hota he...as i tried to find out the reason for the title in the poem...but then Valsa ji's opinion made me think i might be wrong...but no probz as interpretation of the poems is always open, isn't it? (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 24,839 Points Valsa George (1/2/2014 7:52:00 AM)

    When you see a starving baby rummaging the garbage, if you can think of your baby and place him/ her in your thoughts, it is compassion and automatically a desire will arise in you to pacify him/ her! A good poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 1, 2014



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