They, my friends, went ahead too far
I stopped near the slums
those poor children smiled
unfair so much, I wasn't the messiah.
The early winter morning and their askance
those eyes that hoped to see food when I stopped.
That piece of bread the dog left half chewed
they didn't see, I did
I ran away gulping it, my starvation terminated
leaving space for guilt to stay longer in my heart.
very nice dai. The way u have set ur picture right above the poem and its background, everything suits. As far as the poem is concerned, u have penned nicely about underprivileged people who reside in slum areas. Thumps up to this poem from my end.
ReplyDeletebuddy u have succeeded to right a poem which has every nerve.....u know what poems might have...with in it.....
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