My heart is filled with strain and sympathy
This picture that I never want to see
A loose feeling borne out of misery
When I looked on someone as frail as she
As she calmly gazed the camera lens
Beside the grass of the surrounding woods
A somber scene in a secluded dense
For an old woman of mere livelihood
A gloomy eyes with wrinkled hand and face
With a shred of cloth tied on her forehead
Hanging gray hair in brow that interlace
Wearing old garments cast in flowered beads
While she gently holds a sickle in hand
She slightly stooped on the weight of her back
She holds firmly with a string as she stand
The bundle of sticks behind like a pack
As I contemplate and looked more closely
In her eyes, I saw, a suffering heart
This woman who was deprived of plenty
To some, it's like life being torn apart
It's not the load on her back that I see
But a life of pain and adversity
The real truth that it can only be
A burden of poverty she carry
As to our life's daily and constant strife
To this old woman born of tragedy
And who have no power to enjoy life
To my God I ask why this mystery?
thanks Mr. Mistra, I tried to comment on your poems, but there is a problem with my computer every time I comment. I'll resolve this issue as soon as possible. cheers.
a sad story about a poor old tattered woman. distinct imagery. good write
Well written. I could visualize the old woman as I read the poem.
Very vivid heartbreaking story of a old woman in pain and misery....many may be like her...lucky for us we have something to share? Liked it. Thanks for sharing sir!
It's not the load on her back that I see But a life of pain and adversity The real truth that it can only be A burden of poverty she carry - - - - - - - - - -A kind and sympathetic soul can understand the pains and sufferings of another human being. A very beautiful poem, thanks for sharing.
Beautiful poem, I can picture the woman through yr words. Thanks for sharing
It's not the load on her back that I see But a life of pain and adversity The real truth that it can only be A burden of poverty she carry As to our life's daily and constant strife To this old woman born of tragedy And who have no power to enjoy life To my God I ask why this mystery? Verily, a very compassionate heart you possess and I think God has designed such miseries as a trial to test the love and compassion of humans........10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good one. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.