Dusty deserted sidewalks
Barred doors with locks
Dustbins bursting with dirt
Greet the lonesome child
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Hopefully gong to a Godly memoirs The world soundly sleeps While he looks for a place His head to keep. keep to be here...
'My God on high......loneliness is goodbye.......alone......the winds...the dust and the deserted road.......i grabbed the child.
Very very deep, emotional poem. I think sufferred minds produce better sentiments, more emotion and the right dose of feelings and can give a better understanding of the society and those suffering millions...Kudos to your art...10++++++++++++++++
yet another empathetic piece of writing jyoti di, its tuching!