Finding God
A child is walking on the street crying
Worn torn clothes and was trembling
She had no destination where to go?
Took out a paper and began to show.
Help me! Help me! I have no one to see
No money with me, give me to eat free
Listen! I am a child of nine with no family
My uncle and aunt beat me daily heavily.
My childhood is passing without any care
To do anything, I have no capacity and dare
I am bored and wish to say to this world bye
No mood to live more I crave immediate die.
In the same time, a passer stopped to listen
This kind-hearted then urged to her taken
He took a decision to make her daughter
His bravery proved as God as great savior.
Bhaktapur, Nepal
10/08/2014
Copyright © Kamal Raj Dahal | Year Posted 2014
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