Poor Children Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Those children are dear to me
Sleeping under the over bridge
Wearing tattered clothes and
With belly as a cave due to hunger;

They are dear to me for their
Innocence about the inequality
In this earth. Their ability and
Resilience to accept life as it
Comes- in slow motion.

Time will change and they will
Rise from the slumber. They will
Punish those who are responsible
For showing them the hell.

They will remain forever dear
To me. I will be always with them.