Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2021
Who came with a grimy face and stood at the door
Skeletal body
A gloomy look, in a faint voice
No one knows, what she would like to say.

It seems
For how long she has been in starvation
Due to lack of money
She did not get the proper food, to keep her fit.

However, everyone is busy
Who will extend a helping hand-
That's how she spends her days
The same morning comes after a sleepless night.
Remembering those uprooted children.
Hakikur Rahman
Written by
Hakikur Rahman  62/M/Portugal
(62/M/Portugal)   
138
     vb and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems