Poor People
Poor People
These Poor People Are All ALone
They Haven’t Even Got A Home
Some Are Kids Who Are Orphans
And Some Are Kids Who Are ILL
You Spend Your Money On THings That God Had Forbidden
Why Not Look At The Kids Who Were Found Dead Hidden?
People May Not Be Interested In What You Did
But You Helped A Family Who ALmost Lost Their Hungry Kid
I Feel The Way They Do Everyday
Even Though I Have A Place To Stay
That’s Why I Oblige Myself To Ease Their Pain
So That Happiness and Health Of The Poor Would Be My Only Aim
:: Written by me When I was almost 13 ::
hey candle,
this is very profound for a 13 yr old. it’s very touching and i would never guess that a 13 yr old wrote this. ur heart is ure and open to sensitivity of life because despite being in our little shells, u still feel the animosity of the weather outside. keep the spirit alive and never lose it to materialism or shallow things in life
i passed by ur blog earlier but i realized it’s deep and a lot of good reading…so i thought i will pass by in a bit, to comment properly
i love ur blog!!
thanks for the sweet compliment MD..
i actually realized that i had the talent of writing when i was 12 years old..
anyway.. i’m really glad that you like my blog..
thanks a million..
nice poem for a 13 year old!
thanks
Asslaaamu Alykum.
Thanks for passing by my blog! Your blog is really good to, MahsAllah! I’ll visit again, inshaAllah. How old are ou now? *just wondering!*
Take care & Ma’assalaam.
w3alaikoum isallam..
your most welcome..
im glad you passed by..
WOW!!
Mashalla 3alaich..
It’s a lot for a 13 yr old to think and write about something like that!!
.. the words r so touching..
Even though ur living safely,, ur still considerate about other poor kidz =)
Allah y36eech el3afia…
(Sorry 4 the late comment, I was busy for the past few days
)
thanks..
we should all think about what goes around us
Asalamu aleykum
Mashallah descent blog you have
Keep going
mashallah 3lych .. i cant belive that it is written by 13 yr
bas wallah it is good thing that u have these feelings about other people
also it is nice to express these feelings
why dont u show us some of ur writings Now ( i mean in ur current age )??
i will check it later .. and keep going on ..
Abdulrahman
UAE - Sharjah
WOOOW
it’s really AMAZING ..
13 yrs OLD !!
Mashallah 3aleech siso0o ^_^
عقبال ما نجوفج من الأدباء الكبار
By the way thx 4 passing by my BLOG ^_^
& I really felt comfortable in ur blog ..
I don’t know why
Beautiful Poem…out of the mouths of babes.
I was older when I wrote this.
“LONELY TEARS”
Half-sitting, half-laying
His hat in the street
A few coins twinkle there
Nearby, a drummers beat.
His eyes barely open
For what’s there to see
A businessman passes
Throws two quarters, maybe three.
Out of guilt or compassion
I’d say the former not the latter
For his eyes never left his watch
As though he doesn’t even matter.
But the old man doesn’t care
He’s already learned how to cope
What he really requires
Is for us to give him hope.
A bard in me, I say to you
You that cannot see his pain
For it does indeed show itself
Time and time again.
If you peer closely
At the corner of his eye
Ah, but first you must sit a spell
And let the sun creep through the sky.
Until time then rewards
It now begins to swell
A lone tiny tear
Has finally climbed the well.
Slowly it builds
Its journey long
Vibrating in rhythm
To the drummers song.
It finally falls
Sliding over the cheek
Pounding through the stubble
Gliding where it’s sleek.
Hanging from the chin
Posing in its singularity
And showing all
In utmost clarity.
Only a man
With a broken heart
Cries with
Lonely tears.
Half-sitting, half-laying
His hat in the street
A few coins twinkle there
Nearby, a drummers beat.
His eyes barely open
For what’s there to see
A businessman passes
Throws two quarters, maybe three.
Out of guilt or compassion
I’d say the former not the latter
For his eyes never left his watch
As though he doesn’t even matter.
But the old man doesn’t care
He’s already learned how to cope
What he really requires
Is for us to give him hope.
A bard in me, I say to you
You that cannot see his pain
For it does indeed show itself
Time and time again.
If you peer closely
At the corner of his eye
Ah, but first you must sit a spell
And let the sun creep through the sky.
Until time then rewards
It now begins to swell
A lone tiny tear
Has finally climbed the well.
Slowly it builds
Its journey long
Vibrating in rhythm
To the drummers song.
It finally falls
Sliding over the cheek
Pounding through the stubble
Gliding where it’s sleek.
Hanging from the chin
Posing in its singularity
And showing all
In utmost clarity.
Only a man
With a broken heart
Cries with
Lonely tears.
(Hope that wasn’t too long)
your humble servant,
Ancient Clown
Ancient Clown ==—>
it was long but very beautiful..
you pictured the situation so perfecttly..
thanks for passing ..
i have taken a short visit to your blog, and i enjoyed it. i will turn to the page later too. i love the cincerity and cocerns i saw.