Little kids struggling

In front of our eyes

For the food and the clothes

To live one more day and not die

Sell they don’t the flowers

Or hankies on the roads

But there what they sell are

Innocent smiles and precious childhoods

Nights so long and dark

We spend inside our four walls

Wondered ever of those under the sky

Who don’t have single brick around

When they cry

We call it noise

Throw the penny and think

We bought their tears for that time

Their silence doesn’t mean

They have stopped to cry

Pain they is not that cheap

that our penny can buy

but something that can lessen their grief

is our smile and kind eyes

telling them-don’t worry

u know you can fight

why to overlook them?

why for them hostility is grown?

why can’t we atleast love them?

after all where is the humanity gone!!!