Millions of our children naked and hungry,
Rolling on the streets to scratch the itch,
Stuffed noses and coughing throats,
Inflamed lungs, worm filled guts,
Bloated stomachs and teary eyes,
Thin hands and legs with thinner fingers and toes,
Millions of them all around the world,
Scavenging on the waste and left outs,
If children were the blooms,
What fruits can be expected,
Of these suffering silkworms?
Voiceless children of the world,
Suffer in silence in multi fold,
in The hands of abusive human,
The legs of run over ideologies,
The merciless hearts of economy,
Stunt not only their physical growth,
But also their innocent childhood.
I recognize in his poem a reality that is mundial.Exploration and lack of attention and love for our childrens. Lets Thanks to the potiticians, religious and rich mans.Thanks for all the people who hqve the power and doing nothing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Children should be the treasured wealth of any nation! They should grow up in health and hygiene, but unfortunately many of them are thrown to the streets and lead a life like that of stray dogs feeding from the dust bins! Powerfully presented!