POEM TITLED:The Lonely Child


Wandering along the empty street
No shelter on his agile feet
Visually so pale
He has faced defeat
Physically weak
With no garnish for weeks
Where are his ward?
Where are his Nutrition?
Where are his companion?
An empty taught
That aggrieved his gloomy mind
As he struggled and wriggled Through the cold
A youth,yet looking
Melancholically pale and old
Meditating for survival
Depressed on his arrival
Oh Lord!
Where did I come from?
He cried wild
Who will hear the cry
Of the lonely child?
BY
ABDULLAHI A. HALIMA


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What a nice poem this is, I love the direct seep and the originality it depicts.

Thank you for appreciating.

Brilliant! weldone Halb...

thanks van.