I stopped to look a boy
Who was sitting beside the street
With roguish clothes and palms open
How should I react to this?

I was looking at him intently
I wanted to ask him why
I felt pity for him
But I don’t have other choice but pass by.

Many days had passed by
I passed through the same road again
I wanted to see the boy
To comfort him and give alms.

I prepared some coins for him
So that I will have something to give
I prepared myself to ask him
Why he is alone in the street?

Not so long, from where I stood
I found the boy inhaling something
I looked at his face and found out
That he was inhaling rugby, so bad!

I intended to ask him one day
I got time and he told me
His parents were nowhere
He is a product of a broken family.

I can’t blame him for doing such
Because if I’m on his shoes
I would also be desperate
I just thank God for letting me this way.

I told him that its not too late
He can still change the life he has
Be strong, look for, and be able to prove to his parents
That he can manage his life in a good way!