(13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf)

Tears Of The Orphans

In the mention of parents, we curse the universe....
We swallow our tears, coz fate we cant reverse......
Who will take us home for holiday.....
When life has selfishly taken them away.....
We drown in disconnection and stress...
And life become complicated like a game of chess.





We weep blood, blood that runs in our vein....
It forces its way leaving nothing but pain.....
We are the copy of despair and tattered clothes....
Possessing boldness and light spirited like froath.....
Some live in the dark corners of the street.......
In discontent we neither quetch nor bleat.





We circle in emotions of depression and suicide.....
Orphanage or mean guadians, where do we reside.....
Our meals and education is never a guarantee......
Therefore being successful is never a cup of tea.....
The weak resort in prostitution and crime....
Others thrive and positively adapt with time.END

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Comments (10)

Nice poem. I love it.
lovely poem. Well one.
Oh, many a maiden loved have I, With many a lad gone roaming— Where are they now? The winds, they sigh- The billows wander foaming. A dreamers poem beautifully penned.
The Runic stone from the sea rears high Where I sit and dream and ponder; Beautifully written. 10
A lovely poem to read, Thanks for the sharing.
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