Homeless - Poem by Asma Zenjali
a child And his mother sat alone
They seemed cold and tired..
For losing their home
the child was saying:
'Mother why do we live outside...
Where it is cold, hidding from everything
While we are nothing..
But two homeless
a mother And child
Haven't we had a house with a door! ?
And a garden with roses that you adored
now i am denied in this corner
Holding some bread as gold
Feeling happy for being saved
From death and hunger
Mother! ? ...Why you are silent!
Do you remember our nights sitting around..
Watching movies till morning
i wake up in my warm room.
Where in bed i am found
i don't like tv any more
it shows people dying as never before
You used to stop me from going out.
i wish we can go now inside
And run to daddy to carry me high
with his strong bones and fly
you slept ...right?
why you are cold and white! '
A man give the kid some charity
the woman seemed dead from cold
he hugged him feeling sad and pity
The boy said:
' it is okay, with your money our house will be rebuilt
i will go to school
My mother will take me to bed
And Just like those days
we will pray for my father always '
he slept on her chest feeling tired
the boy woke up.. the mother was gone
he sat thinking silently..
Whether death took his mom
Or that mysterious man...
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