I have seen a silence in those deep eyes,
A wound, A pain, in her golden smile.
A hidden complain, in her innocent words,
I have seen her ask, a bouquet of love.
I have seen her pray, to thank the almighty,
A word of gratitude, when I gave her a candy.
A hidden complain, in her open arms,
I have seen her seek, mother’s warmth.
I have seen, I have heard,
And then I returned.
Neither the bouquet, nor mother’s warmth, came her way
The silence prevails, the wound, the pain, would stay,
I ask myself, I ask the almighty,
Could I give her, much more than the candy?
-khushboo
( This poem is dedictated to the millions of orphans in the world. God Bless)
Quite touchy.. a nice thought! I wonder, when will that day come when we go beyond our own selfishness and start caring about these lesser mortals too.. once on that path, probably we'll then be realizing as to how blessed we are..
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