On the wide footpath
A street kid was calling God
Recklessly for food!
I like short poems with large thoughts. the realities of life don't always appear to be beautiful. sometimes we just have to face it as it is.
question remains if God listened..but i did where i find no one has commented this one of yours...as they want to hid their faces away from harsh truths...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't take this literally. The street kid is that person who is far away from his home - Heaven. The path being the road we take to find our way back and shouting for food/guidance when we get lost. Very beautiful...