I see tiny malnourished child
Helpless, meek and mild
No food, no water, begging to survive
In the drought land with no smile
I saw their face miserably down
In a crowd in the same town
Where many of them life's slowdown
Hoping for meaning but doesn't found
Life short not worthwhile
Living too long, a dream of the child
But how can they? If a small little needs starving?
Me, You, and everyone… what can we do?
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