Homeless Poem by Asma Zenjali
Homeless
a child And his mother sat alone
They seemed cold and tired..
For losing their home
the child was saying:
'Mother why do we live outside...
Where it is cold, hidding from everything
While we are nothing..
But two homeless
a mother And child
Haven't we had a house with a door! ?
And a garden with roses that you adored
now i am denied in this corner
Holding some bread as gold
Feeling happy for being saved
From death and hunger
Mother! ? ...Why you are silent!
Do you remember our nights sitting around..
Watching movies till morning
i wake up in my warm room.
Where in bed i am found
i don't like tv any more
it shows people dying as never before
You used to stop me from going out.
i wish we can go now inside
And run to daddy to carry me high
with his strong bones and fly
you slept ...right?
why you are cold and white! '
A man give the kid some charity
the woman seemed dead from cold
he hugged him feeling sad and pity
The boy said:
' it is okay, with your money our house will be rebuilt
i will go to school
My mother will take me to bed
And Just like those days
we will pray for my father always '
he slept on her chest feeling tired
the boy woke up.. the mother was gone
he sat thinking silently..
Whether death took his mom
Or that mysterious man...
Generally speaking, great poetess, it's a pretty poem with a pretty subject which is homelessness. Homelessness is something cruel and hard. Our world is cruel enough simply because there are a lot of homeless people here and there as a result of on-going wars or any disasters without any efforts to fix these problems.A good luck.
Well done, Your lines made me cry. The world situation now let anybody cry for our children injured. Thank you.
a sad commentary on the fate of so many children world wide...it is an increasingly common state of affairs with all manner of refuges...some going east some west...knowing not why the situation has unfolded as it has sad poignant and well written liked
Thaank you so much Abduhoo, , , , i am sorry for your tears but this is what happening in reality, i wish it will change one day
what a poem...i cant control my self...my eyes couldnt stop tears to flow after read your poem...really heat touhing poem....tyhanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 10:09:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very impressive poem describing a child who has lost his home and his father, charity may rebuilt his house but how he will get his father back. The question arises how his house was destroyed and his father was dead. It seems that the family is a war affected and the child was constrained to pay the libel of war. A touching poem, the poetess has very effectively narrated the tragedy.