They call those streets their 'home'
Their condition is poverty's epitome. 
Those cute faces with innocence filled in eyes
And looking at them, my inner heart cries. 
Watching other children in uniform with school bags, 
They think they are cursed with those dirty rags. 
Those tiny little hands begging for money
With voices as sweet as honey. 
Their tearful eyes see how food is wasted
They think how much they are hated. 
Finding food on the floor and dustbin
And asking from God, what is their sin. 
A scrap of food is the prize, 
After fighting for it with dogs of double their size. 
Covering their bodies with torn clothes, 
Their hands beg and eyes floats. 
For heaven's sake, 
When on earth will humanity awake? 
Those priceless smiles are bought with few coins 
And thank the giver with eyes that shine. 
They may be ignored by the world but not it's Creator, 
For He tries to make things better. 
For the world, they might be street children
But for Him, they are His children. 
This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Street Kids'


  • A soulful poem.

    Shiney E. Miracula
  • Beautifully written ❤️


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