Is it a roar either a shout?
That's what I heard which is about to tell how.
Have you heard a child cryin'before?
Do you understand how did they cry?
Not a baby but a mere child, dear child
Sweet innocent angel has been deprived.
In so many ways neglected and locked;
Four walls of emptiness live within
House and school the everyday routine.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness