Tiku akp


The Poor - Poem by Tiku akp

I have my hope alive
These rainy days for the sky
To behave well;
To pour its blessing
Upon the poor who in
Tiny hamlets dwell;

I hold the belief
That who does good
Never have to see bad days;
His family flourishes
And go on rising to the sky
Who for His greatness prays;

And our poor have never
Lose faith on Him,
Wish no harm to none;
Through penury and hunger
They smile and loss of
Wealth they do not mourn;

How long can He witness
The dance of sorrow
Upon their dejected fates;
He has a heart too
And to the realm of wealth
He would open the gates;

My poor do serve Him
With free mind and heart
And happiness they get manifold;
Goodness and simplicity
Are earned through acts
And can’t be bought or sold.


Comments about The Poor by Tiku akp

  • Freshman - 873 Points Naida Nepascua Supnet (8/17/2013 8:03:00 AM)

    i see your good heart for loving others
    i sense compassion in your heart
    your heart is never poor with love and concern for others.
    Thank you @TIKU for reading my poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,397 Points Lorraine Colon (8/11/2013 3:51:00 PM)

    You draw attention to the plight of the poor here so very well. We must all do what we can to alleviate their suffering. Even the writing of a poem like this will bring a blessing upon you, I am sure. It shows your concern and care for the less fortunate. Very well done! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013


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