Blanket of Broken Tears

I walked the street Seen one boy sleeping No blanket even covered But he has the wide space The least he love his bed His waxed cardboard carton The widest tete-a-tete the feet People walking eyes are with him If that is his unsolicited fate My heart is broken piece by piece I know his father loves him And his mother too Do people even hear him? Asks deep in me Imagine some of 120 million Wish to accommodate them But how I wish I can Bothered me much In this worldwide greeting As a father to my Queen I am accommodating the boy He has the place in my heart I felt the broken pieces of his tears Even if he was not my son I love you peace. Let’sa sail together. Layag Sug! Purple Couch, City of Widow, 210615 #Salam_Ramadan #PrayersToAllMenToTheirChildren