Museum - 2
Glass eyes tender age
Hunger revolving on tender ages
Casting inquisitive looks
Their lips instead of milk
Smack smoke from cigarette butts
Signs of growth! or eagerness to grow?
Poking garbage heaps with sticks
Filling the sack with paper bits and plastic bottles
When the bag is heavy
Rush to near by waste dump
To sell their collection of selections
For a hand full of coins
Insufficient to fill their stomachs
Living - where earning itself is a play
Their lives will end by their poverty
Where they come and where they disappear
Remain a mystery through out man’s history
These are the days where street dogs and street children double
In numbers and we rarely think of cause and effect
We are afraid of rabbis and think of street dogs
But what dangers are hidden from street children
midnight children end on pavement
Or their lives bring millions
But the fate of midnight children remain the same
Recessions can’t affect them
The cycles of history and civilization
Made them stand stiff and their gallery increased!
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