Dark Corners Of The Street

In the dark corners of the street

Thirst growing every second due to the heat

They lay on the footpaths

Knocking on different car windows

With immense pain in their hearts

As the child unhealthy doesn’t grow.

Hoping someone has mercy on them

Even one meal a day is a gem

Going through the bin

On the dirty roadside

Their bones take shape through their skin

Their lips parched and dried.

They look regretfully at their child

Their hearts with pain go wild.

Thoughts about abandoning them

Enters their minds a thousand times

But no parent could be this inhuman

Their hatred for themselves never sublimes.