On The Theme Of Children By Khalil Gibran Poem by Ajit Das

The poet says your children come through you;
you are the archer;
you let them fly as living arrows
to reach their goal in the distant future.
But where does the goal lie?
Is it on the path towards the infinite
or on the streets for so many
who are abandoned, homeless?
Hungry, abused, used as slaves,
ending up on drugs or in prostitution,
they ask the question:
why do they suffer; what’s their fault?
And why is the God silent?

No answer; no assurance either;
only tears roll down from their hapless eyes.
A message of hope may sound facile,
when there are so few helping hands.