A little girl is walking on a road.

As a little ant creeps with its hunt load.

A dirty,torn skirt she wears,

Her bare feet are filled with scars.

Her thirsty lips are dried,

She has forgotten when she last cried.

In this mortal world she is all alone.

When she came here, to her is unknown.

Neither she tries to recall it

Nor she wants to know by any feat.

She has forgotten too, the time of her last meal,

The pain in her stomach, she feels still.

Thinks she, is there anybody who can love her?

Can’t her little feet be without scar?

Alas! nobody hears the thoughts of her mind,

In this busy, cruel world nobody becomes so kind.

The day ends, night comes, the little girls falls asleep.

Now no pain, no sorrow, in her mind does peep.

The little girl will again continue her journey tomorrow,

With her scars, with her pains and sorrow.