You are the Editor (Sad Poems)
Born and breath
By the lack of parental care,
He was absent ever since my birth
I wonder what my wrongs were?
If God exists why can't he help me heal?
How can a human being be so unkind?
Is this happening for real?
Or just playing in my mind,
I waited for him desperately all my life.
But, he only cares about himself
Born to the street
I had to fight just to get something to eat,
Violence became the bargaining tool.
I survived, after all God the dearest loves us all