My little children on the street
braving the cold, their tale untold
invisible to all they meet

picking up litter in stifling heat
wearing smiles while walking miles
my little children in bare feet

chatting with strangers just to be sweet
dispensing lies, pretense cries
invisible to all they meet

gushing with joy they happily greet
those who pretend to be their friend
my little children on the street

whom no one knows yet all mistreat
cushions for pins, born without sins
invisible to all they meet

running around in bare feet
pain overdone, future none
my little children on the street
invisible to all they meet

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  1. This is just so touching.Your words wake up the emotions long buried and dead ,the human in me.The rat race has made us into machines incapable of feeling or working towards the immaterial..Thank you for these words .

  2. Amaazzzzzinggg! All i can say is: kuch kahoon to kaha nahhi jata, aur naa kahoon to raha nahi jata.

    I had no idea you are such a sensitive person.

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