Moh Ishu


Lonely Soul - Poem by Moh Ishu

The doors are shuttin',
No windows creakin',
Only weak footprints
Against the cold winds.

No food nor shelter,
Neither clothes to spare;
The leaves run helter-skelter
Seeing his brass and muddy wear.

They fail to understand his pain
Fearing curses may befall;
But, on the same level they too remain,
For, there's no difference at all.

Alone he walks and crawls, the poor soul,
Hoping they would change at all;
No one to fill his brass bowl
No one to answer his call.

Only frozen hands remain,
Of that body, where the blood ran cold;
But he can no longer feel the pain
For his heart took hold.

No one bothers, no one cares,
To take the poor creature from the snow;
His body remains cold and bare
But for his heart—it's made of gold.


-[19/4/2012]


Comments about Lonely Soul by Moh Ishu

  • (4/20/2012 8:14:00 AM)


    A beautiful poem and a great message to the world! (Report) Reply

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  • (4/19/2012 10:53:00 AM)


    Very impressive, moving and indicative of a tender heart. I've published some stuff on the poor and homeless too, at this site. (I've sent this comment before but it wasn't published!) (Report) Reply

  • (4/19/2012 10:50:00 AM)


    Impressive, moving, indicative of a tender heart. I've published some stuff on the poor and homeless, too. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 19, 2012



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