Sunday, November 29, 2015

Street Child


Tattered clothes and a bruised face
And looking oh so lost and wild
Orphaned and abandoned by all
He is called merely a street child

He stands all day at the traffic signal
Running from this car window to that
Begging for a glance and a few coins
His small hands outwards spread

Most people shut their ears to his pleas
And others simply avert their eyes
 They sit in those air conditioned cars
That remain symbols of their pride

They do not take in his appearance
Nor hear his futile desperate cries
To avoid him they speed up and leave
Failing to notice his fear and fright

They speed up to warm meals at home
While he begs for little crumbs
No refuge, and without a shelter
He sleeps on footpaths and in slums

He wonders quietly why he got this life
Where he is treated like a rabid dog
Ignored, leading a loveless existence
Feeling like he is the society’s rot

So next time you’re at a traffic signal
Please do give him a tender glance
All he needs is a little love and help
And at life, just another chance

Trust me, just a little help and love
Will for him go a long long way
And that small smile on his face
Will definitely make your day

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