true little angel

Rookie (21/7/1990 / the words world)

A Victim Of The Unseen Corner Of Life - Poem by true little angel

everyday i used to see her,
sitting on the sand,
playing with the dust of dreams..

her loneliness is growing up with her..
the other kids are playing on th field..

her eyes are following them as they run, jump and share fun..

her sad look falls down on the ground..


days went by..
none is there..
next the door..
they are still playing but she.. she.. she is.. where?

my little poor girl!
they hide her
in a tight room,
with her epilepsy,
with that monster
c
r
y
i
n
g
in silence..

12 years old
and the story of her cold
had been told
but they just said (her fate)

NO..!

it's not a fate
to live alone
in that pain...

it's not a fate
to feel nothing
except the four walls...

it's not a fate
to lose her happinness
next that door...

it's not a fate
to have none
by her side...

it's not a fate
to be frightened
in her little age...

it's not a fate
to be different
from the others
to see the future
as mirage...

It Is Not A Fate..!
it's not...!
there is a story behind
this fate;
it's their fault..
their own fault...

as once they killed her peace
before 8 dark scary years...!


Comments about A Victim Of The Unseen Corner Of Life by true little angel

  • Rookie Iron Panda 23™ (3/2/2010 6:55:00 AM)

    i really like this :) (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Jaideep Garg (11/24/2009 6:32:00 AM)

    so beautifully written mam... well mam... the line which touched me a lot'' her sad look falls down on the ground..''well mam can i have u r email id... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Bryan Alexander (11/8/2009 11:34:00 AM)

    I love the line 'playing with the dust of dreams'..... good work (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 126 Points Leslie Alexis (heaven Is My Home) (11/6/2009 1:05:00 AM)

    you got big heart. :) keep it (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Aziz Alkaabi (11/4/2009 4:07:00 AM)

    This is such a passionate call, woven with a delicate conforming language to portray some dark side of some humans and to speak for those unable to speak.
    Only little angels can dare and dwell in these places.
    Lovely work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 3, 2009



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