Wherever I traveled, wherever I went,
I saw the similar innocent faces running in half pants.
I saw their small hands, but no toys in them,
Which were stretched out for something, they didn’t yet understand.
They had that familiar twinkle in their eyes, besides a rolling tear.
A hungry, aching stomach and an unknown lingering fear.
Those frizzy hair and cracked lips made the sight to one’s eyes, more hard,
As they walked alone and barefoot on that burning boulevard.
They didn’t seem to be bothered by their own running noses,
But managed quite well, while handling a sibling or two in different poses.
Not knowing the joy of eating a chocolate, riding a bicycle or hearing a bed time story,
Those smiling faces sometimes looked for a generous soul, who would return the gesture and not just a heartless penny coz they felt sorry.
Amidst all this, they had the enthusiasm to dance, every time there was a rain,
As, they were not yet aware of the real sorrows and pain.
For them, sorrows were just momentarily palpable,when they were hungry thirsty or beaten,
Else they lived in their joyous land, collecting stones and running after kites or kittens.
Then I finally saw their real hunger, which was nor for food neither for money. It was
A hunger for love, for they had had enough of hatred
A hunger for empathy, for there were many to sympathize
A hunger for awareness, for they never developed an appetite for knowledge.
And my heart ached at the sight of what I saw,
And wished if we could just add a decimal point in making their life meaningful and worth living, difficult it may seem though.
And even now I believe that every time we hold their hand to bring them towards light,
We help them, overcome their fears, feel the love and forget their deplorable plight.
This is one of the poems on social issues that are close to my heart.