The blue giant.

Plight of the street children… Read on.

A short poem on orphans, street kids and homeless kids.

Difficult to communicate with street children
they have their own logic.

Life leaves many stories to all beings. The same world with different opportunities and fortune. Children should enjoy the day with the play, was forced to break rocks hard life, working hard to connect to breath without dreams and hopes.

Poem.

Numbness starts here when I tried to close my eyes
against the suffering of street children
and when I did not hear
street children who sing for the sake of
a piece of bread and a sip of water.

A poem written for street children.

My take on an article I just read.

Christmas is the joyous time of the year to many, but for the children on the streets Christmas is like an ordinary day until one takes time to share.