The Sample Shoes

The Sample Shoes

A Poem by The Winter Poet

'Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.' - Mother Teresa. For World Peace!

Pickles in a pickled jar,
A song sung to a star!
His eyes breathe to the sky’s par,
Birds thus sing afar...

The wind sings song a bell,
Dreams are his cloud’s waiting tell.
A coin talks to him from a wishing well,
On a road is where the rain thus fell...

Fingernails are agony’s weep,
He writes a poem in his sleep.
The street cries to a song that’s deep,
Freedom speaks to him indeed...

The moon and her treaty,
Asleep is the bed of a needy.
A tree lofts the root neatly,
The wind speaks to him all greedy...

His eyes leave behind a footprint,
The street lamp smiles a tint.
Silver’s where no gold’s a mint,
His hair in a lonely sprint...

His yarn sings to a pillow yearn,
His feet cried to a waking burn...
Heaven reads as his nails learn,
A toe smiles in return!

All that’s gold is not wheat,
Waves can make agony complete!
Birds thus find their fleet,
Hence sang the sky to the shoring greet...

© 2016 The Winter Poet

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The Winter Poet
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Added on June 7, 2016
Last Updated on June 7, 2016
Tags: Poverty, World Peace, Hope, Children


The Winter Poet
The Winter Poet

Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India

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