Below is the poem entitled empty pocket which was written by poet
Ababat. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
Read Poems by
Empty pocket a father is burned in hell.
No bread no money he rambles all day long.
Crying inside to win in the battle of poverty.
A thousand sands he crosses to the wilderness
Of the wilderness of valley.
Praying he provide bread and butter for the birds nest.
With empty pocket the family is dying in disgrace.
His soul is crush with hammer.
Praying that he can be a provider.
As the sunset soon sleeps.
The day is over.
Empty pocket is a burden of a father inner soul.
Empty hand is empty father.