Anguish Of A Homeless Child

He is destitute and homeless
all his prayers are hopeless
all songs he feels toneless
and life economy is boneless

On the earth he is just born
but his destiny is so worn
all his clothes are so torn
a blooming bud not a thorn

Why his eyes are downcast
and emotions are so aghast
when his dreams are so vast
why then so dismal is his past

He demands handful of sky
and angelic wings to fly
at his fate why we outcry
he has only question “why”

Why his face doesn't ever glow
why his planets walk so slow
never he felt tickles of snow
all answers he wants to know

If tomorrow this volcano will outburst
we will face another grisly cloudburst
then the situation will be the worst
so please save century twenty-first

(By Kishan Negi)