Even the waves so vibrant
Could not wake the little soul
Lying on the shore, Lifeless
He has a hidden story to unrollWho killed him, men asked the waves
Was it hunger or poverty
Some disease or the war
Tell us, who ate his alacrityBeing quiet for a moment
The ocean began speakingYou blame hunger
For the death of poor
You don’t value food
Never do you careWhen hunger struck
Three loaves of bread, you drew
But ate only one
And threw away twoYou question poverty
You blame the wars,
never looked on yourself
So you wonder
Who brought these scarsOnly if, in place of questions
You could raise hands to the needy
Hold a gentle heart
Instead of being greedy“I’m gonna tell God everything”
the little soul said before dying
And if he does
All you humans would be sufferingBecause No hunger or disease it was
But, One of the men’s own quality
the thing That killed the boy
Was the absence of ‘Humanity‘.
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He was a free soulbut chained from insideSo many emotionsBut emptiness reside Storms passing through his heartYet so calm on…
“Alone” is a 22-line poem, originally written in 1829 and left untitled and unpublished during Poe’s lifetime. The original manuscript was signed “E. A. Poe” and dated March 17, 1829.
“Alone” is often interpreted as autobiographical, expressing the author’s feelings of isolation and inner torment. Poet Daniel Hoffman believed “Alone” was evidence that “Poe really was a haunted man.”[3] The poem, however, is an introspective about Poe’s youth,[4] written when he was only 20 years old.
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A simple rhyming poetry for kids that they can dedicate to thier teachers.
Happy Teachers Day !!
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Very emotional, touched my heart. We, as humans, need a lot to think and act upon.
We need to remember, Individual actions add up to make a bigger impact on all.
Thanks, it means a lot.