children

Many children, who grow without

Parents, let alone proper care

And their hearts feel a doubt

If ever the world wants to scare

Them or inflict punishment, maybe not,

But the treatment they receive is hot,

Instead of warm, while prejudice, a lot.

Children who grow without a shelter;

They are always sad to see the night,

Wishing they can have a sorrow smelter,

Melting away the dark and bringing the light

That will make their lives easy.

Even if the sun can make them dizzy,

It will be better than feeling crazy.

Children with a burden on their shoulders,

Taking care of helpless wispy ones,

Little angels who are heaven key holders

Think about the pain they feel in their bones

But where there is a will there is a way

Their strength will eventually pay

Because nobody is born a stray.