Silent eyes
wanders around
among heartless folks
crying without sound
Distressed face
demos empty emotions
horizons growing dark
shameless temptations
Exhausted body
no shoulder to lean on
an aching heart
oppressed by privation
Stretched on the bed
led to believe lies
clock ceases chiming
dreams of open eyes
No gem to shed a tear
No roses to offer smiles
No heart to skip a beat
No hope to chase dreams
Begging on the streets
he is yet to grow
what will be his fate
will someone ever know?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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