Walking bare-legged
with a frown on their face
in the hot sun.
I see them knocking
on the windows of sleek cars
selling articles
with a helpless face.
I see them picking up
the enormous vessel
full of soil and bricks
heavier than their own weight.
I see them running.
No, not in a playful manner,
but, carrying the eatables
to the well-bred people.
I see them cleaning.
Cleaning the roads, the houses.
Picking up things from the ground
in hope of finding something better.
I see their little blackened hands
working interminably
to shun the poverty
that they are stuck with.
I see their intense desire
a streak of hope in them
to live, to dream, to learn
to read, to write....
I see them,
you see them,
we all see them,
So, let all of us help them remain childlike.
Peace.
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