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by Marvellous Feb 5, 2013
Life, society /
Give an ear to the down-trodden
Let's sing the rhythm in their hearts
May their torture, we try comfort
For through darkness, can our lights shine
There's a voice in dire suppression
Collapsing into depression
but like angels on a mission
Mercy aint poor contribution
When you cry for your worn-out shoes
Recall the gem on a wheelchair
Ask after him, whose limbs are gone
Then, be sure to count yourself blessed!
Have you been a failure in class?
Cry not for skills you couldn't learn
Br grateful instead, for those gained
The imbecile, wished he were you
I hear your tears over again
Wondering if there were still hope left
I can assure you from my heart
Just the broken, can be mended..
by anand singh
Another beautiful piece from you.I realy enjoyed reading this and must say, you have a way with words and the meaning behind your writes are awesome.
When you cry for for your worn-out shoe
recall the gem on a wheelchair
ask after him, whose limbs are gone
Then, be sure to count yourself blessed.
Love that stanza.The meaning behind it is so true, but how many thinks this way?
Keep writing bro you are doing a good job.
by Bonaventure Onuabuchi
Thats a nice one my brother! I will indeed suggest a different name for it "Message to the disconted"
I wouldn't think of any better title than you've already suggested..well; it's a work in progress.. Thanks, friend.
by PETER EDWARDS
Yes, I'm glad too that you joined us Marvellous.
I think we all like your words very much!
Write more, and make our days more pleasant and enriching!
by Ingrid de Klerck
You may not have intended this to be funny, but I found myself chuckle! All of what you say is so true, Marvellous.
How stupid we humans are to always look at the greener grass;)
Welcome to the club, you are a wonderful and promising asset:)
Wow, this is so WOW, I LOVE IT, wonderful job, wonderful describtion and expression, outstanding poem!