seedy hat crushed under
current of rain crashing
against the abandoned
park bench
crusts and crumbs
chucked against
pigeon heads bobbing
to shelter
t-shirt drenched
ragged coat
spread like a puddle
all ready for dinner
but there's no can
opener
even though i am not homeless, i can feel the pain of solitude with yr poem
This poem manages to touch my heart. In my imagination I was experiencing the scene and it felt so real. A superb writing style can do that. Good poetry!
My God.............that words paint scenery of heartbreaking eyes to see. I wish we could be more loving toward each others, of course we cant support all of them but i am sure we can do something together to rebuild their life with a great system. Thank you dear for pointing this issues...it is a good effort!
A sad reality write we live in a world of plenty yet there is so much poverty and homelessness everywhere? ... all the powers that be should hang their heads in shame! ........well written MJ
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So touching, it is sad that even in developed pockets of the world, such a scene prevails. The piece strikes in its simplicity and bare words.
Thank you so very much, Aniruddha.