Street Children Poem by sreeram kolluru

you are an aidless ascetic
with your stories pathetic

you are none to one
with a scornful 'shun! '

your thoughts are drained
your feet are strained

your precious life of juvenile
went as drain into nile

country, in its country side
left many of you aside

i pity you pals, i pity you

let us all join hand and hand
pick these pearls out of sand