Our Helpless hands!
Tea, tea, coffee, coffee
egg omelette, toast, cakes, chocolates.
Sounds crashing one another
When the train stopped on one platform.
Two glittering eyes
Looking hungrily at the
Chocolates and cakes.
Dressed in rags
Dirty and foul smell covered her.
Torn from all sides
Begging for a penny
Nothing in hand,
Just a seven year old.
But she entertained all
The travellers with beautiful
All enjoyed and listen
To her sweet voice
None came forward
To keep a penny in her small hand.
But she kept on moving
From compartments to next.
Came cleaning all
The places inside the train
With a small stained piece
Of cloth in his hand
Came for asking for money
But few gave it.
Train started moving
They all jumped into the platform
And waiting for next train
To start again for their one piece of bread..
Many many are the people
On each stations
Our hands too are left with few pennies,
To feed them all.
Yes, our hands are helpless to feed them all.
Many days empty stomach
Fill their hunger with water.
How long will this go on
What about for tomorrow?
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