Impoverished Poem by Sathya Narayana

Impoverished



IMPOVERISHED
In their walk and mein,
I see the unseen pain,
and in their eyes those unspent tears
reserved for the worst!
I hear their bellies crying
and eavesdrop those secret murmurs
their hearts are making!

I love them!

I also behold the blind,
the dumb and duff
amongst us
who fail to feel the travails
of the impoverished.

I hate them!

Saturday, December 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: hate,love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 10 December 2016

Wisely written poem....10

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Sathya Narayana

Sathya Narayana

Nellore, Andhra Pradesh
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