Children Without Hope Poem by Sharad Chandra
Children Without Hope
I see them everyday
in the street, backyard, shops, houses
shining shoes
filling air in the cycle tubes
cleaning cars, cups, and vessels
just anything,
to make a little money
earn a meal.
Oh! these children without hope.
My horror gives way
to shame
then guilt
and then pity...
soon I become immune,
isn’t man born selfish?
Oh! when will my heart roar,
in compassionate rage
and wrench me from apathy?
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Wonderful and thought provoking sharing really....10
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4/26/2024 10:14:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An insightful depiction of the deplorable condition of life, which underprivileged children go through on daily bases, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. The greatest act of charity is charity towards the uncharitable. Thanks for sharing Sharad. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Thank you. I certainly will read Mandela-The immortal Icon