"How sad when it comes to face the world as an orphan! Chasing shadows, he/she searches for the love and protection lost. Having no trail to follow, the search goes on endless"~ By Poet I am a street urchin, cruelly abandoned, and hurled into the bin like a piece of trash, now roaming to find the one who gave me birth. It's months since I began this endless search, from the days I started to think and feel. wonder if I could ever curl into her warmth! In the roaring crowd that moves along, and on all the faces I chance to glance, I search for a ‘Mother’, who cast me out, into the dark hide out of a vacant street, still smelling of newborn blood, and still fresh with severed chord, to be eaten away by ants and rats, be trampled over or crushed beneath. Now I wander all day long, across the dingy streets I lay forlorn, with hopes so bright and fancies wild, to see my mother emerge from the crowd, with hands outstretched to hug me once, and own me ever, this forsaken child!
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