(Weekly Contest Comment - 1/21/13)

This is a powerful and inspirational write, I hope all that read this learn from it as well, be grateful for what you have. The innocence and happiness of a child, whether orphaned homeless or otherwise is precious and I love how you've touched on that, yet it's also heartbreaking knowing how this poor child lives. I could picture this little one running through the fields, giggling, looking up toward the sky watching his kite fly... and then I see him sleeping holding his kite close like another child would a teddy bear, the imagery in this write is wonderful and it flowed perfectly. This piece truly touched my heart. (10)

I so much admire how you told a tale of the kite runner in this poem. It'll make one to understand the theme of the movie without even watching the movie or reading the novel. Very exemplary of you.
Kudos!

I haven't read the book or watched the movie, but I'll I.S.A., watch the movie sometime in the nearest future. But I've heard about it and I think I've briefly had a glimpse of the movie years back.

Every child in the world is entitled to sound education, good health, nutritional food and a happy and productive environment.
However, we live in a world were sentiments have taken control of conventional ideals. People rule without fear of God, using injustice, selfishness, greediness & corruption over right form of governance. The reality that's staring at us favors the rich and the privileged not the masses.

There's a seeming gap between the rich and the poor. Not only are adults adding surge to the embers of the status trend in most communities nowadays. But unfortunately, children have also taken upon their parents and older ones, whom they emulate. Their need to be an awareness on such to reduce the rate in which the unprivileged in the society will have equal rights with the elites.

It pains me that day in, the day out the economic situations in most countries is downtrodden at the detriment of the masses. Luxury is far from the needy or poor persons walls. Their muffled worries and pangs of trepidation is always apparent in their disposition. Nevertheless, they make do with what they have and strive to live a purposeful life despite the odds. They shield their misery with smiles and stay hopeful. Anticipating the shower of peace, hope and comfort. With tattered clothes and dwelling in derelict buildings, they live happy.

A beautifully written poem. Thanks for sharing. Tabarakallah.
*hugs*