An Orphan Child poem

Oh God !

Tell, what's the sin committed by me!

To Search my mom and dad,

I'm wandering here and there.

Till I can't find them,

Who are my precious gems!

I eat well "once in a blue moon"

And I beg in the streets all the noon.

Platform is the place I sleep,

But the rainy days make me weep!

The road traffic is my alarm clock,

That helps me to wake up fast,

The sun is giving the brightest light,

Till it's not shinning in my life.

Days and months are running away

Still my life is in the dark!

My hopes are in vain

It's all my unbearable pain!

-By (An OrphanChild )

-V.Ashabharathi

Asha Bharathi Kavithaigal