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Dying of a man

Dying of a man

He is on the end of the road

watching for a good soul to get an help

He needs some amount of love and

ahand ful of meals to live

He has enough money and people now

he is an orphan to take care of his needs

Though he has money and men

why he is on that road with pains

cause of his selfish sons and daughters

They will come and throw a pocket of food and

they will go as a visitor of that road

His hunger may call for some food but

his soul denied to had that pocket food

It cries for love and affection from his kids

Up to that night ,None has cared him  to heal

The cold and hunger taken his life  from this world

 

sakthi ravichandran

— SAKTHEEE2007, Jan 10, 2008

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purplemoondoll

18 years 5 months ago

This is

so sad. When we get older it can somtimes a very cruel world. My mother works in a home for the elderly, so I can relate to this poem very closely. It might be worth checking through again for some minor spelling and grammar corrections but apart from that you told the story well my friend. Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.