The Homeless Poem by nimal dunuhinga
The Homeless
It was not an ordinary dawn
And the pregnant sky delivered
A feeble infant Sun painfully.
In a street corner the city of Los Angeles downtown
I see their fading smiles and upbringing worries.
They carry heavy bundles that full of emptiness
And they wander along the heaven like country
By the way democracy flows silently.
Is this 'Karma' or the fragile system of politics?
I am really scared as I could have been to these desperate people
Unless my kind heart relatives in Massachusetts & California
Who were not provided me the hospitality, food and shelter?
How sad to think that many do not have food, clothing or shelter. You are right to feel grateful for kindness, for that is one of life's greatest gifts. Excellent write, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
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5/4/2024 5:49:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nimal you write with such compassion and originality. Your poems continue to amaze me. 'The pregnant sky delivered a feeble infant sun painfully' is a unique and singular description which introduces your sad Karmic story. Excellent piece. love, Allie xxxx