In the realm of shadows, where sorrow resides,
A tale unfolds of a man cast aside.
He wanders through streets, his soul tattered and torn,
His shelter a whisper, his hope all but worn.
With each passing step, hunger gnaws deep within,
A homeless soul, forgotten by the din.
But fate, in its wisdom, guides him that day,
To a haven of warmth, where kindness holds sway.
At a humble soup kitchen, compassion finds a home,
Where weary hearts gather, no longer alone.
The aroma of sustenance fills the air,
And those in need find solace and care.
He enters with caution, his spirit forlorn,
His eyes filled with longing, his hunger well-worn.
A plate is extended, filled with meager fare,
Nourishment offered, a moment to share.
But pockets, once empty, now yearn for respite,
As he thinks of the future, uncertain and tight.
He shoves food discreetly, his actions discreetly,
Holding on tightly, for future moments to meet.
Yet, the souls around him, with perceptive eyes,
See the struggle he hides beneath veiled guise.
They sense his hunger, his silent plea for aid,
And hearts are moved, undeterred, and unswayed.
A kind soul approaches, a warm smile does greet,
Reaching out gently, their eyes softly meet.
'Let us help you, my friend, ' they kindly implore,
Together find solace, a path to restore.
'No need to hoard, for here we stand tall,
We'll ensure your hunger is never to befall.
In this haven, we share, a family so kind,
Where compassion and love intertwine.'
Touched by the kindness, tears stream down his face,
As he surrenders his stash, a humble embrace.
He accepts the grace of this heartfelt delight,
Finding solace and hope in this sheltered respite.
The soup kitchen's warmth, a beacon so bright,
Ignites the spark within, chasing away the night.
With open arms, they offer more than just food,
They grant dignity, love, and a chance to renew.
In time, the man finds solace and worth,
As he rebuilds his life, a new sense of birth.
And he becomes an advocate, a guiding light,
For those lost in shadows, embracing the fight.
In this tale of struggle, a lesson we find,
That kindness can heal wounds left behind.
And within the haven of compassion's gentle art,
Lies the power to mend and restore every heart.
So, let us remember when darkness prevails,
To extend a helping hand when someone ails.
For within the simple act of love, we impart,
Lies the potential to heal a wounded heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem