An Orphan Boy

A sad orphan boy

I see the orphan,

Each day,

He stands like a tree,

Staring at the horizon.

 

Perhaps he searches,

For something precious,

Like lost diamonds,

Yes, valued they were, his parents.

 

He was like a forceful wind,

But has turned into,

A dead stone,

With a numb mind.

 

Orphan he is,

To the society,

But not to his heart,

Where his parents ever exist.

 

Like a lost star,

He does appear to me,

At times think I about him,

And his thorny future.

Reviews

[piyaB]

a sad but beautiful creation....

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you a lot.

[Victoria Mae]

Beautiful writing. You captured such sadness in this.

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you so much for your comment. I appreciate it. :)