My Pains - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I am not a stone or
A piece of a rock,
I am not a chair's leg
Or lock,
I am not a grain of sand, but
I love it,
I am not a line in a poem, but
I write poems,
I am not a cry, but
I can cry,
I am not money to buy happiness, but
I can help,
I am not famous or I have fame, but
I love people,
I suffer when I see
People's pains and sufferings
Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere,
It hurts me to see the innocent childhood Suffers, so
I have a lot of pains
When it comes to people's pains and their sufferings.

Topic(s) of this poem: sad

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 3, 2014

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