They Are Seekinng Your Helping Hands
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my
brothers, sisters , friends all I have here ?
Ere the sorrow comes with years ?
They are leaning their young heads against
their mothers, —
And that cannot stop their tears.
The young lambs are bleating in the meadows
;
The young birds are chirping in the nest ;
The young fawns are playing with the shadows
;
The young flowers are blowing toward the
west—
But the young, young children, O my dears,
They are weeping bitterly !
They are weeping in the playtime of the
others,
In the country of the free.
Do you question the young children in the
sorrow,
Why their tears are falling so ? ? ?
Do you know their crying hungry heart
Is seeking your helping hands ?
Children are a gift from God ... A story does
not exist unless it's told...
Copyright © Ashiq Alam | Year Posted 2015
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