Little girl born without a name,
Crying and warm without any shame.
Parents said goodbye and left her on the street,
Where soon her destiny she will meet.
Winter came and little girl got cold,
but no parents with hands to hold.
Little girl born without a name,
Little girl died without a name.
It's a big idea in a little mind and expresses your concern with social problems at this very young age. Bravo! Jasmine keep on penning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a wonderful poem. Very thoughtful of you it was, to think about the little girl and pen these wonderful lines!