Midnight Children Poem by AKSHAYA KUMAR DAS

Midnight children,
Living in the den,

In the den,
Of passion,

The creation,
They were born,

Not know their origin,
Struggling street orphans,

Street Orchids of passion,
Dropped without reason,

On street they perform,
Forever carelessly left forlorn,

Meek eyes,
Forgotten wows,

Shrunken faces,
Without assuage,

On pavements they live,
Learn to Love life & die,

Pity at the creator,
Who abandoned you here?

Who banished you here?
Who vanished from here?
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(c) Akshaya Kumar Das