The Lonely Child Poem by jyoti saxena
The Lonely Child
Dusty deserted sidewalks
Barred doors with locks
Dustbins bursting with dirt
Greet the lonesome child
in a ragged shirt.
The end of but another day
Another mile off his torturous way
The world soundly sleeps
While he looks for a place
His head to keep.
Does no one care?
No-no there is no one to share
His pain and his sorrow
Are all his and a yet
Another sorry tomorrow!
No hands, no eyes
No legs no feet
Is there no one
to give him his daily meat?
“My strength, my shield is my God on high”
He then closes his eyes with a sigh!
yet another empathetic piece of writing jyoti di, its tuching!
Hopefully gong to a Godly memoirs The world soundly sleeps While he looks for a place His head to keep. keep to be here...
'My God on high......loneliness is goodbye.......alone......the winds...the dust and the deserted road.......i grabbed the child.
Very very deep, emotional poem. I think sufferred minds produce better sentiments, more emotion and the right dose of feelings and can give a better understanding of the society and those suffering millions...Kudos to your art...10++++++++++++++++
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 7:38:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ahaaaa... A Lovely sad poem.....