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?
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?
posted by shriya_freespirit at 8:50 am
6 Comments:
Wonderfully written, iv must say. It definitely strikes everbody when they see but hardly few come forward to something to change it. Definitely this is one way of doing it, if atleast somebody gets inspired, then u may know that u have achieved what u went out for. Its a harsh reality that is beyond our reach now(me, u and some....) but someday it wont b someday.....
Wonderfully written, iv must say. It definitely strikes everbody when they see but hardly few come forward to something to change it. Definitely this is one way of doing it, if atleast somebody gets inspired, then u may know that u have achieved what u went out for. Its a harsh reality that is beyond our reach now(me, u and some....) but someday it wont b, maybe someday.....
I think I read this some where.....else
dear tara
you couldnt have read it 'somewhere else' unless someone copied this poem and put their name underneath it. i would like to know where you read this poem.and for your informantion's sake this poem is original. you must have perhaps noticed in this blog, and my other blog, if you were keen enough, that if any post is copy pasted or has a source somewhere else or is inspired by somethings i always mention it.i hope it helps clarify the doubts in your mind.
But I read this some where.
May not be exactly as it is.
Some where, some other language.
I will post its translated version at my blog, but only after a few months, if I still remember.
And its too old may be 40-50yrs.
@tara.
sure i would like to read it too.but in the original.lot of people think alike.and i am only one of them.but your statement saying you read 'this'somewhere else actually implied that it was copied from somewhere.whereas you admit now that it wasnt in the same form or it wasnt same at all.it cud be similar but not alike.
please keep that in mind..
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