Voice Of Heart

 What it feels like to be close, I really will get it one day I hope

What does a family mean, One day I may also feel.

What it is to have your home, maybe someday I will own one.

Although in this foster home, there is so much to admire

But yet no one to hug when you are tired.

I have a few sets of old toys and clothes,

Donated by generous hearts and souls.

But yet I long for someone to come and say,

You are adopted now let’s run away.

I have proper meals twice a day, yet I want to taste the food in my mother’s hand one day.

I don’t regret being here, as I am luckier than those sleeping on a rug out there.

Yet that does not fulfil my desire, as I need someone to take me higher.

Few of my fellow friends were lucky enough,

They have been taken by and got all new stuff.

And here I listen to the whispers, “he is too old for the adoption purpose!”

This breaks my heart and for hours I cry.

I wish someone could give me some magical pills,

So I don’t grow by in any skill.

For a long, I have been waiting for someone to pass

by

And say, “Let’s go HOME, my little boy”.