Little Lost Lassie

Little Lost Lassie short poem

(Often wonder at the children neglected, orphaned or left to their devices. And cropped up a poem, on their battles and their victories.)

There once lived a little lost lassie…

In a small town strewn with people busy.

Oft, Unheard, Unknown, and Uncared for..

Every year she lived under a new roof.

The Chaperones had different faces,

New meals, new friends and new graces..

She amused herself with toys careless,

Moments and thoughts, seemed aimless.

She sought for something consistent, a dream,

A pretty home as in some painting she had seen..

A family hand in hand, walking in pretty scenery..

Or Music charming off, her little brittle worries!

Her smiles when in that dream, was cherished..

Akin to sunshine that leads the cold to perish.

Her smiles would hide the perils she faced..

The smile had the confidence for happy days!

Oft, she saw life as an interesting riddle!

Opened new doors, to be intrigued, to fiddle..

With time, she learned to master any dare…

Yet, warm to those, who had felt life’s glare.

Her tenets refined her wafts, with most waves

Her reason on life, was well beyond the waif!

Ever resolute, to someday own her dream,

Someday, her life would be on her themes..

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Swathi Rao

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
A few words strung together on inspiration, or a few thoughts penned down for clarity. A hobby that has consistently matched to represent the inspirations in me. Most often, they are from incidents and trends happening around the world, books or articles that I may parse through, or some noble cause that had greatly impressed me. I have been writing poems, and short stories, since I had been 6 years. Music and poetry walk hand in hand; good music, good poetry shall always stay my favorite pastime.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

4 Comments on "Little Lost Lassie"

Notify of
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Editorial Board

@Swathi_Rao the empathy of your thoughts and its expression through your writing is great. it is heart-warming to know that they are people like you who care and share the same. Your writing is rhythmic as always and heart touching.


A heartfelt poem and yes I hope this lost lassie gets her wish. and the other sad children too.


Little Minds

Little Minds short poem

Look into their eyes. Eager, wanting to know. Wanting to know what they got themselves into. Fresh faces, years before the first wrinkle. Blank slates hanging on our every word. Each time, a clean slate pregnant with potential. Each time,

Little Black Dress

Little Black Dress short poem

With the essence of elegance, And with the timelessness of beautified brilliance, My mind knows there’s not a word in existence, That could ever explain or express, What my eyes see in this moment that’s left my world in a

Lost Meaning

Lost Meaning short poem

Who knows the future? Secrets in the palm of jesting mind. Deep dwells the forgotten past, a reminder of untold losses. A life adorned with love, kindness, loyalty, and selflessness. Questions unanswerable pecking the essence of sanity Fate says the

Why Little Girl Screams – Manchester Bomb Blast

Why Little Girl Screams   Manchester Bomb Blast prose poem

An innocent small girl is crying on the roadside her face seems very candid and expressions look naïve, but nobody knows the cause of her sadness and and no one can ever feel the hidden wounds inside her heart Why

The Big Head Little Girl

The Big Head Little Girl short poem

She was four and I was six. We held hands and ate pixie stix. The big head little girl whom followed me around the corner. Soon we became friends. We held hands with skin like bricks. I cleansed her hands