An Orphaned Boy By The Road-Side Poem by indira babbellapati

OH indira ji...beautiful at once you conjured up the site of the pathetic little boy sitting with a crushed old paper can on top of a Rio shanty…(the cartoon movie RIO) ….CGI sheet and empty soda packs all…. you’ve painted the whole scene in 32k ….. vivid and painful, just the parakeets are missing…. Although a common sight in our impoverished home waters, still hurts and you have done it very well indeed cheers

there is much to explore but in this world itself orphaned, these explorations may turn into endless echoes....and in the same song every body starts differentiating A child of the road I am also of the same God.

tugs at your heartstrings!

A broken toy I found somewhere, sad so sad for any child,

(The night was dark, no father was there; /the child was wet with dew; /The mire was deep, n the child did weep, /and away the vapour flew./) a sad commentary on the plight of orphans...in a stratified society, where wealth rules, n theunprotected is bound to go to the wall....

we all r of him, by him, for him!

yes, aman...we r all of the same god...disparity is god's way!