Walking on the sidewalk,
voices buzzed by.
Then I noticed her, sitting alone,
with torn clothes and tear-laden eyes.
She wore her youth like a frayed cloak,
a young soul, innocent of this world.
She begged and begged for a penny,
yet eyes turned away, footsteps hurried by.
The voice of the voiceless is never heard,
the voice of the voiceless is never asked for,
the voice of the voiceless is never cared for,
the voice of the voiceless remains unknown.
Leaders rise day by day,
but none ease their pain.
The voice will be heard one day,
only when one among them rises!
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Author:
Dona Sara Biju (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The harsh reality of this world!
- Category: Sociopolitical
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The meek are seldom seen and almost never heard. It takes an outrageous act to draw attention in a world of extremities. Nicely written tender and soft it calls for change in the whispers of the heart. A fave
Your words gently fuel the fire that keeps the poet in me alive. And thank you for adding the poem to your favorites—it means more than I can say.
Well written, right from the heart. Your poem "The Voice of the Voiceless" highlights the plight of marginalized individuals, particularly the homeless or destitute, who are often ignored and overlooked by society. It emphasizes the need for compassion and awareness regarding their struggles and calls for a future where their voices can be heard and acknowledged.
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