my little children on the street
braving the cold, their tale untold
invisible to all they meet
picking up litter in stifling heat
wearing smiles while walking miles
my little children in bare feet
chatting with strangers just to be sweet
dispensing lies, pretense cries
invisible to all they love to meet
gushing with joy they happily greet
those who pretend to be their friend
my little children on the street
whom no one knows yet all mistreat
cushions for pins, born without sins
invisible to all they meet
running around in bare feet
pain overdone, future none
my little children on the street
invisible to all they meet
This is just so touching.Your words wake up the emotions long buried and dead ,the human in me.The rat race has made us into machines incapable of feeling or working towards the immaterial..Thank you for these words .
Awesome poems but i havent read all of em
Wow ali mamu i cant believe ur a poet beautiful poems btw
Nice abu