Tuesday, September 4, 2012

The Power of Human Eyes

born on the pavement
a ripped umbilical cord
the penniless cries
a drunk father
snoring away
on the garbage bin
a single bed in disguise
mother legs spread wide
hands tied
her first child birth
her broken hearted pride
tears on her parched soul
her only guide
now she has another imp
that lies by her side
sorting the garbage
she takes life
in her stride
praying earnestly
to a god she seeks
who loves to hide
the great divide
life sometimes up
sometimes down
a rollercoaster ride

tears on her parched soul
her only guide

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