The Beggar Girl

I’m a hungry little Beggar girl; both my parents are dead, I have no one to give me food, or a morsel of dry bread, Who can feel my hunger pangs, when I double up in pain? Who's there when I contort and writhe, my sobs are in vain! I have no home to call my own; I wander here and there. I’ve no bed to lay my head; my feet are dusty and bare. My torn and thread- bare clothes, my body do not cover, I have no sophisticated Jacuzzi where I may get a shower. You can't imagine my suffering unless you’ve felt the pain; To be without a shelter, in scorching heat and heavy rain, I am just a little beggar girl---of no importance, its true! You sneer at me and shun me, to care are very few!