My State Of Mind

Wednesday, 27 April 2005

WITH NO DESTINY

 Desperate and confused

In dirty tattered clothes

Barefooted and weary

He walks in the crowded streets

Bumping into people in expensive suits

He gets his meals from the bin

And sleeps under the bridge

Older boys sexually abuse him

If he fails to pay protection fee.

Loneliness makes him crazy

Hunger makes him violet

He sometimes terrorise the shoppers.

His face has a tale to tell

He lost both parents to Aids

The stigmatized eye of the society

Made him an outcast

Friends became too busy to play

Relatives rushed for the wealth

But no one was willing to take him

Or at least comfort him

He used to cry all his tears away

Then one morning, he took a long walk

Into the not so friendly city

All they gave him was a new name

 Street kid.