A Poor Girl Poem by Matloob Bokhari

A POOR GIRL
In a fortified city -land of social divide,
Where lordly rulers, sadly greedy reside.
I saw a girl, searching a scrap of food.
Hunger poured out from her innocent face.
Pain and poverty had silenced her smile.
On my question, stammering, she replied;
'In poverty, I am walking on thorns of life;
Parent without shelter, pass nights in a tent
And days of sorrow in the shadow of tree.'
Listening this, my eyes wept with tears.
Kissing her dirty and tired hands, I said:
'Love you, my poor girl; your story is so sad.'
Looking at me, my Murshud smilingly said,
'O created for Eternal Bliss, Give and will be given,
True joy in life is to share a slice of bread
Live a simple life; so others may simply live.'

COMMENTS: A POOR GIRL
Kristen Scott: Poignant, heartfelt, and an awakening against female brutality ~ well-done my friend, Kristen
Gary Leikas: Really lovely, tender and compassionate poem! ! Poverty is more sad if that comes from the poor spirit. Love is pure gold! ! Love is the only one that we have a real treasure. A beautiful piece.
Deepak K Choudhary: Gracias, Matloob Bokhari. How should I thank you for this? I'm mesmerized by the sheer intensity, sensitive treatment, realistic diction and perceptible frontiers of empathy that characterise this poetic piece. It tells me why it's so crucial to employ the poetic form of creative expression to articulate a situation that may not probably be captured and expressed in any other form with the same sense of impulse-propelled involvement and same degree of sincerity, genuineness and veracity. Moreover, it also tells me why writing is necessary, almost indispensable if we really want ourselves to stay alive in the fundamental bonds and patterns of our existence.... :)
MudasirNzr: Perfect discription of the poverty
Nancy Ndeke: Truly a touching write dear
Fatima Tauheeda: Respected sir Matloob Bokhari very heartrending verses. Nice work
Sania Zakir: Well penned sir. DEEP PAIN
Karyn Walker: This we must do my dear Brother, in order for us to survive hinges on the survival of others. Thanks for this narrative of divine wisdom! Namaste'