A little girl stood in a silent street,
uncared for in the meanest part of town.
No silken hose or shoes upon her feet;
a ragged doll dressed in a tattered gown.
She shivered in the grasp of winter’s cold.
The wind cut through her body to the bone,
and never friendly arm to reach and hold.
An orphan girl who faced the world alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem