The Poor Child Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Poor Child



The poor child
Playing with dust
Oblivious of it all,
Living in the shanty,
Passing his days poorly
Unmindful of joy and sorrow both
Going half-fed, half-clothed
Under heat and cold,
Rain and light
Taking to life
Which it may befall.

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