Itai Oscar


How Often?


How often are the orphans neglected
How often do orphans long for an
embrace
How often are orphans discriminated
b'cause of their race
When orphans see food they run as if
they are in a race

How often do orphans face the rain
without shelter
I mean any kind of weather
Whether day or night
How often do orphans carry the world
on their shoulders
Like boulders it so heavy
It doesn't bother us
There is a border between us and them

How often do orphans wander in the
Streets
It is a wonder we don't know
How often do they desire sweets
Is it fair
Or do we care?
Just show them love!

Submitted: Monday, March 17, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 17, 2014

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  • V P Mahur (4/6/2014 10:26:00 AM)

    Dear Poet,
    You have pictured the miserable conditions of the orphans with a compassionate heart. Loved it.
    Thanks for your comments. (Report) Reply

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