Like a flower bud wanting to bloom
A lonely orphan makes this world his playroom
He’s in search of the finest toy
That gives him the greatest joy
He knows no boundaries of time and life
Knows not, for a bread he’ll have to strive
He eats his meals with no one to feed
And to his own conscience pays heed
I know for someday he’ll be great
And in this world will test his fate
Though he’ll earn money
And will have friends, mostly phoney
He’ll still be like the wing-cut dove
Striving to live without any love.
I wrote this poem after watching some T.V programme about orphaned children.
I was in tears that time.
Please comment and critique on it.