i saw him look with those sweet old eyes
a look of love ..a look of joy..
he had no shirt..his legs were bare
all he had was an old tin bowl
he came to me with a toothy grin
thrust his hand infront of me
what he want he did not tell
but that look of his told me all..
i gave him cash ...he did not take
i gave himm food ..he did not take
i knew the look and knew his want
but what he want i could not give
without love and with out food
he treaded on all these years
but all he want is a bit of hope..
a bit of hope which i need the most..
1 comment:
vow yaar..... ur poetry is too good... its too heart touching and superb, and marvellous... keep writing poetry with nice ideas... a little hope should be ther in every person to overcome their difficulties.. love ..it is the great feeling which frees frm everything in life......hey cheers to u dude... keep on blogging with new poetry... im sure u vl one day be a great poet...
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