I was also the son of my father
Born of his destiny
Hunger raised me with a lot of love
Slept under the vast sky
Earth as my mattress
A homeless board my
A ceiling of abode,
Made secret love to pillow
squeezed tight between legs
Mocked at the sane people
Who yelled called me names
Beautiful woman scorned
Disgusted with my looks
I terrified of their hearts
A cop took me in his cell
Wretched didn’t catch a single thief
Young children giggled laughed
Hurled stones, thought I
One day they will also grow up
A wasted husband in a drinking spree
kicked my balls last night
Poor he again fought with his wife
A neighbor of mine went missing
Heard run down by a lorry
Glad his life was indeed a suffering
-Tanya Shukla
What an aberrant write. Loved it Tanya. The homeless nomad ❤️
Thank you very much for your kind words. I truly appreciate it. Sorry for late reply, I saw some of my comments in spam, which is strange.
No worries. WP has a strange way.
Yes true
A beautiful capture!
Thanks, the inspiration for this poem are the homless of our country.
Nice to see your heart for those in need! Blessings!
Homeless depicts the suffering of homeless people Its human agony but its also true that destiny plays a major role.
Beautiful words, Super motivational and directly related to a project I’m working on. Thank you for sharing this and providing a boost when I really needed it.
I am glad it resonated with you. What project you are working on ?
I’m working on a photobook to give voice to the homeless epidemic in the United States. war.darrylbarnesphotography.com
I’m working on a project called W.A.R(we’re all relevant) im trying to shine a light on the Homlessness epidemic by giving the people who everyone steps over and around a voice.
Great work you are doing. 👍
Thank you so much!
My pleasure.
My pleasure
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