A Destutite Child

One day I was Walking down the
road, and these thought pricked me
I burried my face with my hands
and a gush of thoughts came into my
mind. Why should this happen,
Who said this must be.

As I keep walking down,
I noticed these things:
I was hungry, but nobody fed me.
I was sick, but no one nursed me.
I was homeless, no one took me in.
My clothes were torn and ragged

nobody clothed me.
I was Hopeless, no one pitied me.
I was Wandering the streets,
People ignored me.
I was in sorrow and in great need,
no one cared to listen my plea.

Few Change (Coins, or Money) was thrown down,
to me.
But my heart rejected them,
I need love, I need care, I need Pity,
I need someone to share my Joys and sorrows.
these things were far away from me,
From the begining I was Deprived of these things

When i walked down the lane,
they leave me untouched.
As I walked down the deserted streets
through the stromy nights
waiting to get my head under some shade
the sky sobbing, and the rain lashing my
slender and weak shoulder.

And as I see through the Window
Children as old as me,
Safe under the wings of a mother
enjoying the warmth of the Heat
The soft and tender touch of Love
flowing.

I cried to my Self, waiting to be
taken in, to feel the warm and gentle touch
which wipes away the tears and draws the joys
into a Lonely heart...

Poem By
John wesly