Street Child Poem by Nilesh Tavarayan

No mum's tender cuddles, no dad's tender patter,
Nobody loves me because I'm a child in the gutter.
No Christmas present, not even a candy for me,
No Father Christmas because he don't know me.

No shelter protecting me from rain, cold and heat,
No bread, butter or fancy food for me to eat.
No school for me to attend, and master the art,
No friends because they think I don’t have a heart.

No fancy dresses, shoes or makeup for me to wear,
Nobody notices me because they do not care.
No status, dignity, prominence or family tree,
No one to even state the details of my identity.

No one gives me a job because I have no qualification,
No knowledge or skills for me to fill an application.
Nobody cares when I face life's endless troubles,
No fairy god mothers to save me from my stumbles.

No one smiles at me because I'm a just a street child,
No one talks politely because they think I'm gone wild.
No procession, sympathies or a casket for me when I die,
No speeches about me, or simply a final 'good bye'.