Poem by: nid
poetry, poem, sad, poverty, cry, poor, starve
Submitted: February 09, 2010
At the end of the slum- street,
By the dustbins and the dirty tent,
Am left to starve,
In the hailstorms
With no food and no light,
And no bed and no clothes
I shiver in the cold
And wait to die
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So evocative. So sad and so unjust. These few words summon up the feeling of poverty and I can even smell the dustbin, feel her bare unwashed feet and hear the rumbling of her stomach for lack of food.
painful but well done Nid ;0)
thank u again
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