The Orphan Poem by Tony Adah

The Orphan



A forgotten boy
Sat cheeks buried
In the cups of his hands
Worried that he and he alone
The world has forgotten
Pale and frail
With a self-mixed meal
Of tears and phlegm
Pain and penury
He sat daily watching
And waiting for the
World to come.

Born into the depth
Of the world
But scavenging by its fringes
The world looks and blinks
At this specie
The one that the zealots
Vow to suffer
In this place where
He is forlon
And forgotten by love.

Friday, October 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Geetha Jayakumar 17 October 2014

Beautiful poem. In a beautiful you have expressed the bitter truth of an orphan. Very true said in few lines, the world looks down on this specie.... The world looks and blinks At this specie The one that the zealots Vow to suffer In this place where We proclaim love! Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing.

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Bhargabi Dei Mahakul 17 October 2014

Born in to the depth of the world, beautifully expressed poem in the orphans and feeling is expressed well. Nice job.

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