Street Children Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Street Children
Where are their parents?
Are they gone with the wind?
Their offspring eat fluorescent tubes,
Cut their hands, do acrobats and beg something for their daily bread.
These trample flowers sleep on the roads under the helpless sky
And in their dreams of paradise no angels exist.
But the sex abusers peep in friendly manner.
dedication to *UNICEF
A very moving poem about children whose names may be known only to God. Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/6/2024 4:10:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A touching poem on the plight of street children. I wrote recently a poem with the same title, and was interested to read other poems on the subject. Found a really great work. Thanks for sharing regards, sathya narayana