A socially aware poem, about street children, by Harinder, exclusively for Different Truths. Outside the window in my room I see the street children, bare feet Tattered clothes, dirty faces, and some food bits in hands to eat They sit and play in the park and sleep there till it gets dark And then their mothers come to take them back home As they work in the houses nearby, They have to leave their children alone. Excitedly they hug their mothers and walk with them, feeling secure For another night in a dingy hut, oblivious of their crimson sores As a poet, I should be looking at the morning sun The clouds, the trees, the birds having fun But instead of looking up at the sky I don't know why I keep watching at the little ones Learning a lesson or two from street children To smile and share in adversity Which we well-to-do seldom do, Even in abundance and prosperity.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths