AN ORPHAN-Poem-

AN ORPHAN 

In his tattered clothes
he walks on the tarmac road ―barefooted

Round and round in search of food give him something to chew, maybe someone would

Help please, the child is crying

On his knees he is begging

But no one helps the poor boy

I demand to know the reason why

Message from author

A lot of people have more than what they need in life, but they don’t even for a second think of helping others.

I had seen one boy who is called street kid and crying for help in the street where many people pass by.

He didn’t get any help.

Overton Chikkonta