An emotive poem
The pain he has suffered,
at the age, so tender.
He's all on his own,
walking on a path that's unknown.
Oblivious of his whereabouts,
all alone, he's out
trembling with fear,
with nobody near.
With watery eyes
and bruises that need ice,
he's sad, facing a world so rude
with a destiny that seems doomed.
With nobody around,
still wearing the hope's crown,
his eyes with uprising fire
full of potential and desire
to beat all the odds
and fight this world full of frauds.
Mentally and physically untidy,
still he looks up to almighty.
The strength his eyes embrace,
with God's blessing and grace.
From: Anjali, 202603
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