Poor Unfortunate Souls Poem by arooba hameed
Poor Unfortunate Souls
the children, oh children
what was their fault
was it to be born in a family
with out a father mother or a brother
or was it to be born at all?
poor children, oh children
who is there to help them
their uncle and aunts,
their relatives or friends
or is it, that there's no help at all?
dear children, oh children
my heart cries with pain and sorrow,
it wails for you loses
it aches to find out if poverty has gone sideways
is their anyone who feels their pain at all?
Very touching. I can feel the sorrow here, it is piled mountain high.
The children need many champions to not turn away from their cries and you are one of these who brings their voices to light. So very heart felt and full of passion I salute you for putting this out there for all to see and listen to. Very well done. I enjoy your power in its telling Jim Troy
A heart touching write that breathes sadness and pain! In your last stanza you asked if anyone feels their pain and absolutely I can answer that question: you do feel their pain and so us who read your poem and now we are aware of such inhumane situation! Thanks for sharing this sad but powerful write! 10+++ God Bless You! Keep it up! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! , ...
very heart-rending...i hope pakistani govt understands this first..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 3:25:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Poignant write/ good poem... The unfortunate souls like orphans