I saw a little soul
struggling for one time meal
All day with his pallid face he appeal,
Amongst thousands of beautiful faces ,
Finding a one kind and beautiful heart with apace,
who can illuminate way in his despair,
Glaring at those kids with their parents,
Grumbling to the God like a belligerents,
He is no one's child,
Encompassed by dark sky,
where he couldn't elude nor hide ,
He's trying to escape realism,
by sewing the beads of dreams in illusion,
people shove with callus words and actions,
Didn't they realised that a little soul is facing endless suffering all alone?,
Children's at his age asking for toys,
He's wishing Mama's caress love,
where he could allay his on her lap,
wishing for a Papa's caress hand to hold him
Wishing a cosy home where he could be safe
BUT HE'S NO ONE'S CHILD...
© Moon girl❣️❣️