THE STREET CHILD

Deprived of all the luxuries that this life has to offer,
There stands a street child as if born just to suffer.
Early in the morning
When we leave for school with books and tiffin,
The little street boy keeps rummaging in the bin
Paper and plastic is all that he gets
That's his treasure at its best

Then in the evening,
When we move out to play
With our friends, happy and gay,
There stands a street boy dreaming to get
A moment like this
Which life hasn't given him yet.

In the winters when we are cozy 
Wearing warm clothes and jersey,
There stands a street child
Shivering in the cold
When life shows him no mercy.

That street child has many dreams
Which may never come true,
But his eyes and heart are still hopeful
That life will be kimd to him too.