He has two little glittering eyes
A flowing nose and wrinkled lip.
He is kinda bald
He has an extra high and wide hip.
Poor to look; poor to look upon
Whose every word sounds malarkey.
And his facial hair overgrown
Make him look like a monkey.
A dull, passive and thoughtful mind
Out of world it wanders.
His every stupid mistake is considered
World's biggest blunders!
He seems still bright enough
To get a little respect from some.
But this poor, little, hungry soul knows
That he is loved by no-one.
Not many has seen his tears
As, when he wept, he wept alone.
No-on hears his painful compliant
No-one hears his sorrowful moan.
He is yet to die but he doesn't live,
Walks quietly as the Sun....
This poor, little, hungry soul knows
That he is loved by no-one.
It is hard for anyone to truly understand the hardship of another persons life, if they have not lived in such hardship. I read hardship in your words and I feel sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well expressed... go on friend.