Aren'T They Us

Eyes rolling out with tears Cold air whispering in their ears Who are they? Is it us who call them stray? No money, No food They commit suicide They too had a childhood Which they spent listening that they were roadside Aren't they us? Aren't they? Yes! They have complained Yes! We've heard them What did we do? Felt pity, was that enough? Poverty stealing their smile And that gap such drastic as Nile From where did they come? And where did they go? Aren't they us? Aren't they? The question is...... Will they ever be accepted? Would those beautiful souls Still live in the slums and holes - PRACHI SINGH