PRABHUL PRABHA


The Journey Of A DestıTute - Poem by PRABHUL PRABHA

he is a stranger for all
an old man with ugliness
words of scripture,
his lips wispering
with out his permission
I am a scholar!
that distinct in his face
but no one will see it
owing to his slimy cloths.
foul smell of his body
is provocating oters
to keep the distance.
he can't walk with mind
age, the enemy holding his legs.
a teenage archer, asked to him-
'the millionare, where you going? '
the millionare of peace of mind
rise his quivering head and said-
'I am going, to find the poverty! '

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 24, 2011


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