We are the precious gifts of God
But we have to bear the brunt of rod
We beg for alms but noone cares or loves
Our tender hands hit the hills with hammers
We have feelings,emotions and longings
but we are nobody’s belongings
The cruel mothers have left us
And the irresponsible fathers ignored us
We work in the sun and in the rain
Our life is full of extreme pain
There is no colour or joy in our life
It is a perpetual mental and physical strife
We want to go to school and play
But we live and sleep on the clay
We have burns,bruises and diseases
The cold society does’nt hear our voices
OH God! Kiss us,caress us and love us
Or atleast kill us and redeem us
We can nolonger bear the woes
Save us as soon as please
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Author:
JVL NARASIMHA RAO (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The poem depicts the plight of the neglected across the globe comments from the fellow poets are mostly welcome
- Category: Children
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