The Poor Little Girl Poem by Vinod Madyalkar

The Poor Little Girl



There she stands by the school gate...
Wondering whether she would ever make it in…
From here it all seems so great…
Is being poor that big a sin? ? ....

She stares at those toddlers as they pass…
Struggling and scrambling to miss the class..
She starves for those books, she craves for those bags..
But who would care for a little girl, in filthy old rags? …

Even she had dreams, colourful as ever..
But now they are shattered, lost forever..
Yet, she stands by that big black gate..
Hoping somehow, something could change her fate…

Will she ever enter that gate? ..
Into the world unseen! ! ...
The school bell reminds her - she's late…
There are houses she should clean…

Picking those crutches from her side..
Along the street she limps…
Suddenly, she stops in her stride…
And turns, for one last glimpse…

Blind we are to the mistakes of our own…
Living for ourselves is how we have grown…
Blind we are to the sufferings of others! !
In greed for money, aren’t we slaughtering our own sisters and brothers? ? ?

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