Street Children

By Prakriti Sharma


Surrounded by black and white plastic bags

Heavier than his own weight along he drags
Bare feet, burning sun, he looks around with eyes of no hope
For in his life his mere support is the bag's rope
Holding his little sister from the other hand 
Who's not mentally sound to realise and understand
Unaware she imagines the world living in a condition same as them 
His brother letting her believe in this false belief not initiating a condemn
Hope for a better future never died in this child 
Knowing very well the chances existing not even mild 
Life of uncertainty, the only stress of feed
As we ate the fruit, he took the seed 
As the brother handed them over to his little sister he gazed upon his palms with no lines to be seen
Perplexed whether it's from the ropes he held or the destiny has been mean.
This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Street Kids'


  • It’s sad how true this is.
    It’s really a heartfelt poem

    Saudamini Sharma
  • Harsh reality of our world ……it touches the core, beautifully expressed through words.

  • Ok this is the best poem you have written


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