Tuesday, 28 June 2011


She sat on a curb, draped in claret

Hid in self-esteem and overwhelmed with regret

But could not avoid what adversity could beget

No eye that saw her could forget her silhouette

Her left hand was curved towards her body

Hardly open but eloquently could tell

What quenched passers-by’s curiosity

And her need for alms as well

Her bare feet challenged the pavement heat

Having no thespian talents or artful deceit

Just calling hearts that were always sweet

To those with whom fortune avoided to meet

No one dared to disturb her world,

Break her silence or hurt her pride

Just showed generosity and said no word

As she was encumbered with much concern

Nothing seemed to elate her heart

As what she got would fade by night

And the following day she would restart

To endure her misery and proceed with the fight

© Chaouki M’kaddem
June 21st, 2011

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