CHILD OF STREETS

Was i born to die everyday?
Was i born to not live even one day?
I have fight to survive - every single day;
Streets are my home - that is where i stay.

No family , no friends,
No one to call my own;
Happiness is difficult to find,
I can't even borrow it on a loan.

The nights are long
And the days are tough;
A hungry stomach
And lots of ill luck.

Sometimes i beg, sometimes i don't;
I have many names
Given by people who pass by -
A beggar, a thief , a useless geek.

Sometimes i am scared
That the dogs might bite;
Sometimes i am abused
Sexually all night.
I am used; I am discarded;
As and when they want.
They throw me on the footpath,
After inflicting a lot of pain.

But i have to sustain
For I have to survive;
No safe home for me -
There is nowhere to hide;
Childhood is tumultuous for me -
No future to look forward to;
No school to go,
No people to talk you;
THe only game i play
Is the fight to survive everyday;
Uncared, unloved -
I am expected to live;
I am expected to grow -
In an environment
Where what what is love
I still don't know....
I have no desires,
No dreams to live for;
For i am only a Child of the streets -
ABANDONED and UNWANTED.

Imagine yourself in the Child's place.Would your feelings be similar if you found yourself in this state? Should we allow this Child to be treated this way? Shouldn't something be done?