Calling all poets. Submissins are open for Wingword Poetry Competition!


He is an endurer
of all pain;
a tough cookie
to combat it all!
He is an observer:
hovering down the streets.
Too vulnerable to contain reproach
yet stand it tall.
He is a survivor
of all hatred and gore.
Born with finite favours,
his hopes aren't small!
He is a human-
of same flesh and skin;
his fortune turn deaf
and desires blown in a squall.
Yes, he is homeless:
deprived of love and care.
His heart melt and frost
While his dreams barely pay a call.
This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Street Kids'

1 comment

  • the kind of poem that makes you realize that a pen really is sharper than a sword

    Akshaya J Nehru

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