Her chapped palms smell of
-ungrateful jasmine-
roughened by shrewd plays of world.
-ungrateful jasmine-
roughened by shrewd plays of world.
And in the creases of
– youthful forehead-
sleeps an orphaned childhood, old
among distasteful leering,
ineffectual rags of
-modesty cries-
unfortunate beauty trapped among
unfortunate beauty trapped among
-lechers-
pawn broker and hawker alike
pawn broker and hawker alike
-Nobody’s Child –
gazes high up , at the
gazes high up , at the
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elegant unreachable stairs
winding beyond clouds yonder.
S L O W L Y sighing,
At the dreams hidden, on the dark side of
half bitten moon.
half bitten moon.
effective treatment of the subject,unique style
Really striking poem. I like the half bitten moon image, and the tall skyscraper. It seems to me you have caught in words a bright sliver (like the moon) illuminating the world of an orphan.
Strong and vivid portrayal of stark reality ! Gr8 write RAJLAKSHMI :_)