This is the story of child <br />born in denial <br />sent in this world <br />to weep to cry <br />weep for the love he <br />felt all his life <br />pleading and crying <br />to be touched, <br />to be healed <br />touched by lips, by hands <br />and by soul <br />someone to heal him <br />and gather his <br />shattered soul <br />time has passed and <br />no one came <br />his eyes went dry <br />and no tears to shed <br />the wanting of touched <br />has died inside him <br />and now he mumbles <br />these words <br />words which has been <br />written by fate on his heart <br />“Alone I wait for my <br />death to come, <br />my love ones have forgotten, <br />forbidden and forsaken me”<br /><br />Asif Baloch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-story-11/
