The Homeless Kids of Delhi

THE HOMELESS KIDS OF DELHI Some only aged as young as three or four Rejected by their parents, shown the door As by themselves, travel hundreds of miles To a life of misery as no longer have smiles Some become lucky but; most of them not As homeless children of Delhi; sadly forgot Open to abuse from the others; far unkind What goes on, would really blow your mind Children maimed, put on the streets to beg Blinded with a hot spoon; or breaking a leg They just wanted a loving father or mother No matter the poverty; to them, no bother We see our own lives, we moan, and, groan But; nothing is seen of others hell unknown So . . . So always start with others, before yourself Before, you cry a river, to your own sad self Indiana Shaw . . . "Opening our eyes to the other side" . . . *-*