An orphan stood
on a barren field
like a root less flower
and a route less river
He whispered I will
have someone too,
They didn't heard.
He repeat,but there
was no one to hear
him,He can tell the
stories of give ups
negligence and never
ending miseries,the
tales of hot summers
and cold winters,He
saw god in a passenger
who gave bread to him
and saw devils in many
times,He went temples,
church and mosque not
for seeing god,but for
satisfying his hungry
stomach!!!There he feel
God!!His creator.
At night he dreamed
house of love,smiling
faces and happy hearts
He sat on the lap of
mom,Dad kissed him,
Nani told stories,
Uncle bought a new
bicycle to him,a red one.
He played with his sister.
She closed his eyes with
her hands while playing
and he took her hands
to see her,He opened his
eyes.
Mom!Dad!Sister!
No one was there!!
It was a graveyard!
with carcass flowers!
Orphan stood alone.













© Kalyani