BIRTH IS MY DEATH!

I felt a poem necessary to vent out the pain of street children...

Under streetlight,
my heart listens in anonymity
the music of greediness played at aristocratic parties,
where cocktail is gulped, humanity is urinated…
Platform �" my palace, I reside as an undefeated king;
Road - my stage, I act as a savior of love;
In the bowl of misery I pour my life,
adding salty tears to it;
I eat hunger taking sips of thirst in between..
stuffed stray dogs smell my rotten skin,
herd of houseflies count my bones warily;
cladding in nudity I protect my pristine soul;
speaking silence I convey the meaning of life;
Loneliness is my only friend,
Tear is my only language,
Poverty is my only property.

PS: Birth is my death!

Reviews

[Frieda P]

This is a really heart wrenching piece of work, like a knife being plunged in my chest. Can't stand to see kids in harm's way or in any type of pain at all. You've given it a voice with your unabashed sentiments here. Kudos to you.