why do i write?
and what makes it real?
be it clever use of words
and phrase... rhymes,
cadence, hidden meanings....
no, what makes it real
is this: when you can
take the tears from a
hungry child's face...
and write them with a
naked hand... and give
them as a gift so intimate
and near to the heart,
that it causes someone else
to feel this hunger, and
to want to do something
about it, to get involved....
that's why i write!
a piece, poetry mirrors emotions more than impress with words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wipe the tears of a hungry child with my naked hands.so i loved ur poem