Heart Of The Orphan Poem by Itohan Stephanie #

Like a morning Dusk
Like a dew burning in the wind
Like an aging rose
Let it be.even society is his critic

Despite all his Loses
The world is his village
A fatherless child is a native of every tribe
Robbed in and out. he hides
Vailing his emotions to fit it.
How longer would he bear this shame?

A motherless child is more attentive
As he gazes with his heart, not his eyes
his losses hardened his heart
So allow this rose bloom, despite his thorns

else you harden his heart even further, do not take away his compassion
his heart will be so hard,
Even love will fail at it

he is full of pain and turmoil
Be merciful to him
The heart of an Orphan is shallow
his identity is his grudge

Like a helpless bird, with clipped wings
he battles with the wind
In this dusky horizon
Let our empathy.grow back his wings

The heart of an orphan is gullible
Nature it