A street boy died days gone by
No newspaper found interested
Died as a person, a yellow leaf
Prefixed death of a living being
Dawn and time under a big tree
Enjoyed burning summer-noon
Evening mutely entered rat-hole
Silent moon passed by this way
Street person's death— too light
Exited through indifferent door
But no change or effect sprouts
Like pop star— Michel Jackson
good tribute for MJ he will live in hearts of people for centuries
oh..i read this poem before..touching ending Ashraf..yes i remember that i did comment...excellent writing dear friend
the poem captures is the sadness of life so delicately...it is sad indeed...
nice poem..though very sad...this poem says lot about humanity...please read my poems
very well written. The images captured are stunning. My favorite lines are: 'Evening mutely entered rat-hole Silent moon passed by this way'
True, so true and sad. I got tear forming as I write this. Few streets from here, where I live - Adura, lagos - Nigeria, close to a major TV station; AIT. There's been a woman dead along a major road the past five days. Everyone knew, Everyone walked passed, I passed. On the day Michael died, AIT aired it for hours, days and weeks. The dead woman is still there and then I read 'Death of a Streetboy...sorry, got to stop now, my vision's blurring...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
death loves all equally...the rest is mere exhibitionism...simple and philosophical!