Wistful Eyes
They have nothing, they crave for none
Their simple lives are full of fun,
They never complain, nor shout
Their minds have no clouds of doubt.
All those children by the street,
All those girls with dainty feet,
All those boys, playing in glee
Who do mischief, and then flee!
And whenever one passer-by
Happens to come before their eyes,
They run to join him at his side
And then open their palms out wide.
But no one cares for them a bit
And no one makes their faces lit
And never are their wishes met
They are, but the victims of hate.
And one day when they came to me
And in earnest voices, did plea
I stood still, I could not reply
Although within, my mind did cry.
I walked on, disappointing them
With my head, hanging down in shame;
And even today, my soul sighs
As I look at their wistful eyes.
Copyright © Sohom Gupta | Year Posted 2015
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