Footpath Stories

The sky group dark,

The clouds were white.

It reminds me of my memories,

That was once lost.

But today I have found it,

Life is like a rain.

It falls sometimes for others,

Sometimes goes up for others.

Rain quenches the thirst of life,

I remember my childhood.

When I drove boats on rain,

The footpath to my school,

Was home to dirty slums.

Every morning and noon I hear children cry,

They beg for food when we waste it.

Their pain is more than a dozen we think,

They were born poor.

By God "What! can give pain?",

I don't know philosophy but know that.

If God gives pain he can take it too,

One thing that I notice in their face is that.

Even though the heart is broken face glitters with a smile,

Even though they get less but manages well.

But sometimes they lose this happiness,

Because things get worst and love is lost.

But they seem the best and happiest.