Ali Adamson

How I Became Poor - Poem by Ali Adamson

A poor little girl
with other poor kids
playing in garbage

I was seeing
and thinking
about her
and my baby
and their innocence

Through a distance
she saw me
for a moment
with shining eyes

Comments about How I Became Poor by Ali Adamson

  • (6/9/2017 1:43:00 PM)

    Amazing work, Muhammad. Poverty can come in the form of a stunning realization. A very powerful observation. (Report) Reply

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  • Akhtar Jawad (2/19/2017 12:32:00 AM)

    An impressive write, a touching poem............................................... (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (1/4/2017 1:30:00 PM)

    There can be no one truly rich in a world that has such large amounts of poverty and illness and lack of hope. May we all give out of our bounty so that no child goes hungry again ever (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (12/22/2016 5:33:00 AM)

    The only keep lil kids fine is innocence, they never know what means of poor..just live life happily and love everything...until they grown up and threaten by cruelty that breathing around the world.... After all rich and poor only want peaceful life...but what make the difference is who will be on the top, and thats killing the innocence...and cruelty will take place....lovely write dear! write more new poems i read almost all your poems and you may have something new to talk and share thoughts now...let it be free (Report) Reply

  • Nosheen Irfan (9/4/2016 6:30:00 AM)

    I must add that poverty is a scar on the face of humanity and as long as there are poor hungry people, every human on earth must feel he has failed himself and his fellow men. Great write. (Report) Reply

  • Nosheen Irfan (9/4/2016 6:26:00 AM)

    Beautifully written. Poverty is a harsh reality that makes us think of our good fortune. Written with great empathy. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (7/25/2016 5:01:00 AM)

    Poverty! Seen everywhere in the world. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • V P Mahur (3/29/2014 2:36:00 PM)

    Dear Ali,
    deep and serious thought of compassion for the poor.
    thanks for your comments.
    Be close.
    (Report) Reply

  • (1/17/2014 4:14:00 AM)

    you perfectly picture the moment each of us suffers...and made poor! (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (1/6/2014 8:18:00 AM)

    Seeing a poor person in a pitiable condition makes one feel poor. It is rising to that level that is natural. This may lead to extending help later if one could. Beautiful poem that is example of instant reflection. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Bijay Poudel (1/3/2014 9:58:00 PM)

    The observer himself becomes poor. The so called poor girl could afford to stare at him in a shinefull gaze. Such riches she carries. Who is the poor now? (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (1/3/2014 11:34:00 AM)

    A painful write. after reading i feel also must be knowing the story of a king's son n poor man's son. the shinning eyes made you to feel you are a poor. (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (1/3/2014 12:04:00 AM)

    The first thought after reading came as the effect of an evil-eye or i don't know what it is called nazar lagna jo hota i tried to find out the reason for the title in the poem...but then Valsa ji's opinion made me think i might be wrong...but no probz as interpretation of the poems is always open, isn't it? (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (1/2/2014 7:52:00 AM)

    When you see a starving baby rummaging the garbage, if you can think of your baby and place him/ her in your thoughts, it is compassion and automatically a desire will arise in you to pacify him/ her! A good poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 1, 2014

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