a girl child,
begging in the rain,
thinks of herself
as a princess
when fast asleep,
in her dreams.
young eyes,
speak of,
shadow of time,
yet has seen,
the ego of clouds,
pouring
, into her
dishevelled hair.
she has seen,
the forest fire in the jungle,
and also seen,
the lost youth of flowers,
taken by hungry bees,
the back bone
mountains, .are
silent in words
while on the otherside
very far away,
the sea makes i
its presence felt.
her hair suddenly,
touched my face,
and saddened my heart,
filling my heart with
commotion of feelings
for her.
then i realised
forever, i will
be a stranger,
roaming
and searching for her
in myself.
on the mountains
the cloud covered all.
her soul was dancing alone
and also her innocense!
making myself ask,
why her? ?
A wonderful poem Ritty. If this is a sample of your poetry, I am sure to enjoy more. Ron
You have used such beautiful imagery to bring this poem to me Ritty. Such a sad plight for this child and you have used such empathy towards her. A very special poem. 10 love Karin
young eyes, speak of, shadow of time, yet has seen, the ego of clouds, pouring , into her dishevelled hair.....................utterly ingenious write with beautiful style and diction by imagery of cry of innocence, yet unique genre,10+++, thanks dear ritty for sharing .
fantastic ma'am..... uhh....awesome expression....i just loved it. i am left speechless...... absolutely awesome. thank you very much.
Her Soul Dancing Alone! Exquisite way of revealing the thoughts and life of the beggar girl. Great.
A poignant and tender piece of writing evoking feelings of compassion! Best wishes.
The poem marvellously documents the delicacy of a human heart, the limitlessness of human dreams &, of course, the irreversible reality...!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What appears to be a simple daily occurrence in a place like India, -has been raised to great poetic heights through these verses! Infact that is the role of great poetry! 10! -Raj