A Street Boy

A story of those millions who suffer ....but should not have been !

The street boy aimlessly stared....

The bread was thrown away...

The last loaf ;

That some needed it, nobody cared.

Shattered he was, but kept up hope .

The shop closed, the owner headed for home,

The chap rushed to the bin --

Thoughts filled him...fearful , troublesome.

Poor beggar he is, that's his only sin.

Dark pale cheeks being dressed with drops of tear,

He rose up...with a silent promise his inner self had made ;

And went to the dirty slum somewhere near

Uttering ' My sister is yet to be fed ....'

Author's Note

What I saw ....I just penned down

Reviews

[Raj Sahu]

Wow! This is an amazing work. Well penned. 😊😊

[rani]

thanks.. :)