Luca Menin


Poverty - Poem by Luca Menin

Oh mother bosom, holding your child
Yours arms, like a nest of warm cuddles.
Cast shadows, the heaven cool shade
Your words, hungry, fed of sour milk and sore
Trapped, pouring into empty stomachs
Embrace humanity- poverty
That the hearts of people, leisure devours.
The rich fantasy of your child
That embraces childhood games of spice.
Where life dwells.

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  • Gold Star - 18,252 Points Ramesh Rai (10/21/2014 10:41:00 PM)

    A great heart toucing poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 10, 2012


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