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THE ORPHAN

An innocent cry A desperate Cry All imbibed in one Beautiful God's creation Blessed to be born An abandoned baby Barely one All alone in the face of famine No one to call mother No man to name father No food to eat No water to quench the fire of thirst Stranded all alone in a barren land Helpless and lonely Malnourished and unkept Legs and hands more like a bamboo stick Veins struggling to carry weak blood Oh God! What more can i say? My heart is weak with the mere thought of it I cannot think it Nor dream it A brand new dawn A vampire vulture arrives Waiting patiently Eager to end its hunger! Weeping I screamed 'God save a soul' And next A loud wail Why oh lord should the innocent cry? Life is a mystery

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