In the unpleasant afternoon
I met the miserable street children,
With their gloomy faces
They requested me to write them,
Soon I wrote them with my great ink,
But with their grievous eyes
They could not read my writing.
True! The forgotten children! What good are words when they need food and love!
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Truly, miserable and sad to see street children so starved with with gloomy eyes. A stark truth so well depicted, dear Poet.....5 stars