'''''Little Buds''''' Poem by seemakhera (Aanamika 805)

Silence is the only lullaby
and
anguish is the only companion
where children with cheerless face
wander around
and
where melancholy
is the only tune heard around,
where no sprouts of
parental love is germinated.
Having no dear ones.
Sleeping alone at midnights
Shedding drops of tears,
Comprise the agony
In an unheard sigh,
When stretching the hands to
Hug an unseen mother…

Children,
The living angels on the earth are..
So tender and helpless
Spending the life in prision
Waiting for a dad or mom
Who,
they know,
May come never
To lock them in an Embrace…..

The life in an Orphanage
Always let the child
To remember that…
He/She is An Orphan……