Homeless Boys: IndiaA Poem by JohnL
They sit by a fire
Today they have been lucky
Today’s streets, rich in wood and cow dung;
Flies don’t like fire and they have eaten.
Young boy laughs
His eyes eat sparks and are merry;
Life is good on the streets of Calcutta;
See! Even the shadows are carrying wood.
By his side sits an old man of twelve years
Who has seen more tomorrows.
On his face, there is no joy;
His limp hand betrays
Only the hopelessness of more tomorrows.
© 2008 JohnLFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on December 30, 2008 AuthorJohnLWirral Peninsula, United KingdomAboutI live in England, and love the English countryside, the music of Elgar and Holst which describes it so beautifully and the poetry of John Clare, the 'peasant poet' and Gerard Manley Hopkins, which d.. more..Writing
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