The Crying Girl
Am the ear who hears
The little girl’s cry
Of suffering, with genuine tears.
She, at a young age
Encounters what occurs at adult phase.
The rejection, the inhumane punishments,
Are all common to her, but she chases
Love, emancipation, peace. She cries
Like a lost angel in
The infinitesimal horizon. She lies,
Out of fear, her actual feelings.
The bruises in her arms are small gems
But were kept out of shame. Pity!
Pity her heart perforated and stained,
At a very young age. Mercy,
I am calling out to thou,
To dry her tears
And console the crying girl, the persecuted Jew.
Happiness, Justice. Come near her.
But I fret
Her when she gets
Old. Would she inculcate
The insults? And use it
As a vengeance to the culprit
Who maltreated the girl
With the entire devil’s might?
Unfortunately, I prophesy.
And there she was, crying.
Thanks to those who read and gave their criticisms on The Common Man! I appreciate it. You don’t have idea how indebted I am. Now I am inspired to write more poems and articles (please read my former posts regarding travels).
I wrote this poem with great conviction; this is somehow a true story. It is really hard to watch an angel cry. What do you think of the poem? There is a comment box below, and you can write everything you want. Cheers!
PS, thanks to those who helped! My problem on line breaks is resolved!