Death Of A Street Boy Poem by Ashraful Musaddeq

Its encouraging to find some voice for the street people. Unfortunately, in our capitalist world, you don't have to be an urchin to die unsung.

Are you on vacation, little troubled n depressed or just fed up from unworthy readers? I undertsand your silence, remember, this too shall pass, whatever it is. You'll bounce back! Regards

so touching...with truth... lines that flows with depth 10+++ lovelots, maia

Wonderful piece.10! People die many ways... I´m a teacher, I see teens dying in the streets, at home, at schools, everywhere... I thank God I can reach some of them... some are lost forever... Would you please, take a look at my poem ' Stolen Identity'? It tells of a lost child... Keep in touch!

life is replete with undung great men and true heroes....what to talk of a mundane 'urchin'... in the huge megalopoces of this world from mumbai to karachi from tokyo to rio...life just crawls on the footsteps and no body gives a damn superb lines great content very well written cheers

nice poem..though very sad...this poem says lot about humanity...please read my poems

really so great lines make u watch this poem's image so clear.

So touching........ dear sir 10+

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...