Hunger of a Little Lad
In my way back home
I saw a little kid
Begging for alms
As he was hungry ....
He wore a ragged cloth..
His clothes are not washed
He was like a skeleton
Covered with skin...
He was too thin
wishing only to live
without hungner.
That little lad was
Not bothered of his looks
Not bothered of going
To schools,
His only wish,
Was to fill his stomach
Without struggling in hunger....
I gave him few coins
And came back home...!
He gave me a
Thankful smile and vanished....,
This bothered me...
I do have everything
Enough for my life
But that little lad
Doesn't have any...
That little lad taught me
We can live in this world happily
If there is no hunger....
Copyright © S S Beulin | Year Posted 2020
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