Look into my eyes and you shall see The innocence and solitude in me I am all alone in this massive ball No one to pick me when I fall
Touch my body and feel The absence of countless meals I have dug into several bins To find a morsel from trashed tins
I have slept on cold hard grounds A better place, still not found I was soaked by the pouring rains And disturbed by noisy trains
I have played with broken dolls Drawn with charcoal on overfilled walls I have prayed to all the gods I know Their love makes my soul glow
I am a child too Don’t deprive me of you Cuddle me in your arms A little crave for love means no harm
I know I am an orphan And might not even get buried in a coffin But don’t shoo me away so recklessly Where is your humanity?
Don’t throw that money and walk away Please hear me out or for a while just stay If you know of an orphanage, take me there I no longer want to live in despair.
-Zainab Attari
I have a soft corner for children and it pains me to see them with no guardians, parents or older siblings to pick them up when they fall or cuddle them in their arms when they feel cold. I fail to understand the reasons behind poor families growing their bloodline when they have nothing to feed it to survive. Sometimes one needs to be practical rather than emotional. :)