Sweet Street child
You On my mind
Born to the rags
World is so vile
Shamelessly immune
To your sunken eyes
Matted hair,
tattered clothes
Cracked feet
Still No shoes
Debauched community
Looks naked and bare
Of your sub humanness
You are made so aware
For you are the mirror
That they fear to see
Too much agony
When face to face with thee
No one knows
From where
You have come
Who's little flower
Getting raped
Starved and burned
I still spot
that precious
Twinkle in your eye
For childhood does
Have deep roots
And innocence
There still thrives
Sad about homeless urchins, the street children of India....nalini
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