Lonely poor souls,
loitering,wandering
their clothes in tatters,
in the dark cold streets.
No fear nor any joy,
leading this kind of life.
Hungry for food,
Pining for love,
a small happy home,
a mother to care,
a warm bed to sleep in,
Is that asking too much?
Their eyes seeks
for a small share
of happiness,
Their innocent hearts
demanding God,
why are they deprived
of a home,
What sins
they have committed
to deserve to live,
the life of an orphan!!
No Hopes, no dreams,
they have no choice,
but to,
harden their hearts
since a tender age,
lead a loveless life,
punished for
uncommitted crimes,
poor lost souls,
stumbling,staggering
in the crowd of life.
