One dark evening
I met a bare-footed little girl
Who carries a ragged doll
Along a narrow cobbled street.
I found tears in her gloomy eyes
And before I asked she muttered;
'Uncle do you have a picture book for me to see? '
I was shocked and I said;
'I am so sorry my dear Magpie,
I have only my pocket Dictionary.'
'That I read a long time ago
But I couldn't find my parents yet.'
Oh! I recite the saddest poem in her talking eyes
That fades away with warm tears.
One of your most memorable poetic characters, this sad little girl with poems in her eyes. Beautiful, my friend.10/10 from, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful poem NImal. Your little girl with poems in her eyes reminds me some of the paupers that grace Charles Dickens work. Your poetic style though, is all your own and very moving; very moving indeed. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥