poverty

One day after boarding a bus,

I got a window seat.

I was enjoying the view outside ,

and gradually tapping my feet.

When the bus stopped ,

An incident drew my attention .

It was enough to scarred my mind ,

So that incident I want to mention.

A boy merely of 10 years,

working at a cycle Store.

Repairing the cycle with his little hands,

Although his palm became sore.

The wheels started rolling again ,

And the bus started to run .

The tears in those innocent eyes,

Make me feel stunned.

I didn't get enough time ,

To overcome the shock.

Again I saw little girl,

Wearing a soiled frock.

In the scorching heat,

Waiting at the bus stand .

For getting a few coins ,

She had a bowl in her hand.

Again the bus started its engine,

And the girl went off my sight.

I utter in my mind ,

Is this called child right?

We educate our own child,

And it is really fine.

But the children in streets ,

Are still below poverty line.

In becoming a developed country ,

Every one has to play a role.

We never know that the child on street,

Can be a diamond hidden inside coal.