Homeless Happiness Poem by Vinit Kumar
Homeless Happiness
I stood in the alley, looking at her clothes.
Tattered, discolored and old.
She was sitting on the road with a little baggage under her nose.
She picked out the garbage from inside,
the furniture to her homeless abode.
She was tired and weak and old and homeless,
And she was smiling.
Was she living a life or dying a death,
I couldn't surmise,
And I left.
An insightful piece of poetry set aside for honest contemplation. Beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing Vinit.
The attempt to measure the altitude of happiness of a destitute is quite praise worthy..A vice nice poetic imagination..10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 4:57:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A great start with a nice poem, Vinit. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks