The Street Children Poem by Nosheen Irfan
The Street Children
They stretched on pavement
From weariness of doing nothing
Under a sky, warm and bright
The shops were closed, the lights were out
The imagination took off to the Milky Way
Smoke cleared up the fog in mind
The road was empty save for the crouching shadows
They went higher and higher, with the rising fumes
For ground was not their destiny
They exhaled clouds of smoke
Through which they saw the door
To Heaven, open and unguarded
And they fell asleep on the stony floor
As if it were the bed of rose.
A creative and captivating composition from one of my favorite poets!
you gave voice to their feelings nousheen- very insightful indeed
This is a moving and powerful piece. You have taken a difficult subject and so poignantly communicated it so deftly. Well done, and thank you for sharing your beautiful work. :)
The juxtaposition of the stony floor, which is a real image, with the bed of roses, which is a romantic one, is very clever and heartrending. It reminds me of a poem of the same title, with the image of street children who imagined the pavement as soft cushions. Thanks for sharing
The road was empty save for the crouching shadows. A very striking image
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 7:08:26 PM # 1.0.0
The weariness of doing nothing. The paradox that is all too true. This other world, this alternate universe all sharing the same Milky Way and yet our neighbor is a light year away beneath crouching shadows. Sleeping on a stony floor. You shed light on their sad existence.
Thank you Edmund for appreciation.