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With helplessness and distress in his eyes,
He came and stood at my door.
He stared at me with his goggled eyes,
For some bread and rice.
His disappointed face reflected pallor,
And told me everything without any conversation.
their nights are spent under the open sky,
their days live in scorching and intense heat.
Commotion in the sea, thunders in the sky,
future of the world, see, on the streets, they lie.
It is a bolt from the blue,
barefooted, they walk, naked and nude.
O Pharisee! Let your penny be poured on these unfortunate,
who are deprived of books that could change their fate.
Let they also be blessed like you,
A luxurious life, they can enjoy too.
Can these circumstances be given a breakthrough?
Of course, if you look at them with your bent brow.
Take an endeavour to make every child independent,
they may have a roof over their head and not a tent.
CONTRIBUTED BY-
NEHA SHARMA
neha sharma
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Wednesday, August 26, 2009 |
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