Shelter Poem by Malaya Roses

Shelter for the weak was made in my dream
With greens and purplish buds, it was real sweet
Talks of the butterflies among the roses and tulips
Flow the fragrance
Around wide meadow,
Dews was listening a hope to cope
Love and empathy is always fresh from heart
But today,
I am alone to meet the fated misery
Broken land of the orphanage’s wish comes painfully
Tears could not stop
Blind me not
In my soul,
Surrender will be nay
Shelter might be broken
Destroyed
But still this life is mine
Rebuild will be must.