Face of a Beggar Child

FACE OF A BEGGAR CHILD I saw your tear-stained face O’ child It swam before my eyes at night I clearly saw your life’s struggle, Your painful hunger pangs and fright. In my dreams I could clearly see Your shredded clothes and unkempt hair. At such a tender age O’ child, On your face it was all written there. No one to care for you my child No one to call your very own. No mother nor father to call you son, No siblings to call you come hither bro’. I wondered how you came to be In such a distressed way of life Each day you have to beg for alms And face the world’s rage and strife. Were you the victim of natural disaster, Like quake or floods epidemic or plague. Or was it due to human vices Like war or bloody bath of death. Were you lost in busy hustle of life, Was it all due to human greed. Were you the fruit of sin and tossed, Amidst dirty dustbin where dogs came to feed. Your tear-stained face swims before my eyes, And asks me how it came to be. That God created all humans alike, But gave them different destiny. Oh God, this your humble servant, Asks you just one small question. If there are so many tear-stained faces present, Why Mother Teressa was only one.