The Hungry School Children Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

It is about the beauty of spring
They sing the song
In the winter
Shivering in cold
Standing barefoot in front of
The dilapidated building
Their tiny mouth seeking
Alms and eyes are like
Unpolished marbles
They are forced to have dreams
About their future
To pursue truth and honesty
Above the sky looks ominous
Back home old mother
Picking up grains
From inside the tattered bags
Eaten by mice
Her eyes have been washed
Several times by hot tears
What will she say
When the tiny fingers
Will caress her cheeks in love