Christuraj Alex Poet Rhyme

The Poor

With toasts of sincere, solo styles,
When the poor folk flock before me;
Sad sunken strife-stricken soul-smiles,
Bodies, broken; hearts free and glee!

Solid, sappy, strong stems, sojourned,
Skin shrunk now; back-bone giving way;
Will, that has their death-date adjourned,
Though live like reeds in breath to sway...!

They have built your mansion and mine,
Carried boulders; constructed our walls;
Cities, citadels, shrines so fine,
Built all; risking tumbles and falls...!

They produce food and sleep hungry, 
Give shelters living shelter-less;
Clothes they weave pervade the country, 
They're nude; not for trend; they’re cloth-less...!

With teeth of white pomegranate seeds,
They smile as though never conquered;
Their spirits are high midst tear beads, 
As their optimism undaunted...!!!


26 October 2021

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Jenna Logan October 27, 2021 at 4:11 AM Those who are financially poor are usually much richer in many other ways. Well expressed lines, Chris.

Joanna Daniel October 26, 2021 at 7:35 AM You are so right about them, Christuraj, an exact picture you have painted, their smiles are so sincere and true, you've captured it well in these lines:) Christuraj Alex October 26, 2021 at 11:12 AM Thank you very much.